I sigh as I read the headlines from the papers. I flick my white hair over my shoulder and take a sip from my tea "A normal bank for a warm up and then the Gringrotts? Do I even want to know how rich I am now?"

I hear the cold laughter from the confines of my mind and the spirit appears before me in a corporeal form that only I can see. /"You shouldn't be complaining yadounshi, I keep myself entertained and you don't have to worry about finances"/.

I sigh again as I look at the daily prophet while the Times lays open on the table. "That is true, but it still doesn't mean that I like it. But I guess it's better than stealing people's souls".

He laughs again and gets up from the chair he sat on and begins to wander around the pub, probably looking trough peoples pockets for anything valuable. And if he finds anything he makes me walk past them or bump in to them if they get up. But it is better than hurting people.

Against all popular belief the spirit was actually quite considerate, if you happened to be his host and a necessary part of his existence. So things could be worse than they were.

And thanks to the spirit, we had found this hidden community of modern wizards. Their magic was different from the shadows that Ryou had learned to control, but at least he was free to walk around without being stared at constantly.

/"The contact is here."/ Ryou could have jumped at the sudden voice in his head if he wanted to make a fool of himself, but luckily he had become used to the random comments coming from his spirit every once in a while.

He looked up from his news paper and smiled friendly at the elderly woman who was walking to him.

He got up from his chair and bowed politely at her, old habits die hard. "I believe that you are professor Mrs. McGonagall?"

The woman was a bit taken aback by the politeness of this young man before her and it took her a few moments to organize her thoughts enough to answer. "Yes, and you are mister Ryou Bakura?"

Ryou nodded and mentioned for the professor to sit down before he himself did so, while trying his best to ignore the spirit's remarks of him being too well mannered. "I heard that the school is searching for a new defense against the dark arts teacher, is this true? Because I would be interested".

The professor just nodded before speaking. "Yes, this is true. But might I inquire why you would want to fill the spot? It is common knowledge that this specific job has been cursed".

Ryou nodded while he heard the spirit exclaim /"Cursed? You told me you wanted a normal wizard job. You never mentioned anything about any curses!"/

"Don't worry, I know of this curse. That is part of the reason why I'm so intrigued by it". "And if it really is cursed, you might have your hands full".

The elderly female nodded and continued "do you have any field experience about fighting the dark arts?"

Ryou nodded again "I have been forced in to the position of dueling against dark beings in the past. And I have done a bit of researching about the origins of dark magic. So the academic teaching should not be a problem at all".

He heard the familiar insane laughter float trough his mind again as the spirit laughed at the irony of Ryou's words, technically he was one of the first dark mages to exist.

The professor nodded and stood up, Ryou quickly following. "If that is the case mister Bakura, I believe that you should fill a few forms and write us a rough sketch of your plans for the curriculum. Then we shall see if you are fit to teach the students".

Ryou politely bowed at the professor "Thank you for the opportunity Mrs. McGonagall. I hope that you will find a suitable teacher".

The professor nodded and handed over the necessary forms to fill. "Please mail the filled forms to the headmaster as soon as you can mister Bakura. And I hope we see again when the term starts".

Ryou nodded as he accepted the forms and started to fill them out as soon as the professor was out of the pub. The bar keeper walked to him with a hot cup of tea and took the old one away while saying. "There's no need to go trough too much trouble with those forms".

Ryou just accepted the cup and asked "what do you mean?" With out lifting his gaze from the papers once. "I doubt there will be anyone else running for the position now that You-Know-Who is back".

Ryou felt the evil laughter float trough his mind /"You-know-who? Dark lord? Even I could be called any of those. This is starting to sound interesting yadounshi"/.