Hello, sorry I was going to put this up yesterday but I forgot (oops) thank you for reviewing if you did and um sorry about this chapter- it's not the best. Oh and I might have got some key facts horribly wrong so um yes apologies for that.

With a look sideways to Donna and the Doctor he spoke up. "I've been thinking hiring a new professor" He replied calmly. "I just thought that Ms Noble and Doctor Smith here would be good for the job."

"Doctor?" The short woman squeaked "Isn't that a muggle term, professor?" Then she giggled, once more in a sickly sweet way "Oh, please forgive me if I'm wrong."

"No, not at all, professor Umbridge" Dumbledore replied, dropping her name so his company would be aware of whom they were speaking to. "But the Doctor here has spent a lot of time with our muggle friends, so he's picked up the title. I was thinking that someone with commendable, all round experience, like the Doctor, would be good for the role I'm trying to fill of general cover and safety supervisor"

Umbridge tutted, then sighed and with horrible acting, tried to give off the impression that she was sad to give the news "Well, I'll need a report to be examined and regulated by the ministry for any long term staff changes"

"And you will" Dumbledore concluded, then added to the company behind him "Perhaps we should take this conversation to my office"

And with that, they once more ascended to the castle.

As they journeyed throughout the castle the Doctor couldn't help but grin like he had the first time he saw it.

With a few more "oohs" and the occasional "Oh, oh look at that! That's brilliant."s. They reached the headmasters office for the second time.

The Doctor was a lot happier to be in this room due to better terms. He skipped and jumped around like a child would on Christmas morning. Wielding his sonic screwdriver, the buzz harassing the small silver instruments that littered spindly tables he explored the room, prodding and poking things then only stopping when a waft of smoke and a spark was emitted from one of the instruments he was examining. Hastily shoving his trusty screwdriver back into his pocket he turned to Dumbledore with a sheepish expression, one eye brow raised as he commented "Oops"

"Nothing to worry about, I have too much lying around. You were probably doing me a favor" The wizard forgave him.

"Sooo" Donna dragged out the word "Grampy, feel like explaining what you were talking about with this 'cover and safety' role or whatever it was? Because I'm pretty sure that me and Space Man here never actually mentioned anything about staying. Oh, and I know I'm a 'muggle' and all that but I'm guessing the means of employment are still fairly similar and I think that normally you DON'T DO THAT, SO GET EXPLAINING!"

"Yeah, I was wondering about that" The Doctor added, his infamous left eyebrow raised.

"You have my apologies" Dumbledore gestured to Donna "I agree that it wasn't the best method but the person you met on the ground was Dolores Umbridge, she was sent by the ministry to fulfill the role of Defense Against The Dark Arts but above all she is a spy for the minister and a cruel one at that. If you stay or not, is of course your decision but I would feel happier if I had, someone in return, checking up on her"

"So, why the long title then?" Dona inquired "What exactly would we do?"

"Well…" The Doctor sighed, one hand ruffling his own hair "I'm guessing that Umbridge is a fan of long titles- the government type normally are"

"Quite." Albus agreed "I needed to come up with a post and the one I said seemed most appropriate. I would be asking you to just keep an eye out for danger and if any professor was to fall ill then you could cover their lesson with what you pleased. Feel free to stay as long as you like to think this over"

"Right, yes of course" The Doctor replied. Donna nodded her head in response and they walked towards the door.

Just before they left the room the wizard spoke again "I would sleep better at night, knowing that the children were safer Doctor. It is a dangerous time with Lord Voldemort once more rising to power"

A scowl clouded the Doctors face and in a dry voice he commented "I don't appreciate you trying to manipulate me, Albus. If I stay it would be on my own terms." With that they left.

As soon as there outside Donna exclaimed in her boisterous tone "Oh, if that man carries on like that, he's got another slap coming"

"Another?" The Doctor wondered.

Donna, reluctant to bring up memories of the day that they arrived spoke in a sheepish tone "Um, well, you were kinda sleeping"

Thankfully the Doctor seemed fine and in happy voice complemented her "Oh Donna Noble, you are brilliant!"

Linking his arm with hers they wondered down the old corridors, the bounce returned to their steps.

"So" Donna queried "What are we going to do? I can't see that I'll be much help, I've only ever done temping and these lot look like they're a bit far from needing a secretary. I mean are they stuck in the dark ages or something? Well, magical dark ages, but really? Candles? That can't be safe with all the children. I mean health and safety would blow a gasket. Hmm, do you think they have magical health and safety and is it really that hard to have electric lights? I'm going to lose my sight from having to squint. Well anyway, back on to the subject if we're 'muggles' then how will I be much use? I mean you'll be fine, with all your impressive alien-nes and such, but me! What am I supposed to do against evil wizards and what the hell would I be able to teach the kids? I hardly paid attention at school; I mean how was I supposed to plan for this?"

The Doctor stopped walking, an amused expression on his face "Feel like breathing anytime soon Donna?" He teased.

"Like you can talk." She retorted "Well actually I suppose that's the point- you never shut up."

"Fair point, fair point" he chuckled, scratching his chin.

"But magic castle though!"

"Ah, I know! Oh it's brilliant."

Their smiles both widened and their laughter echoed down the empty corridors.

After they had turned a few more corners and had navigated through the corridor they arrived back to the main staircase. They stood just outside one of the doors, watching the staircases above and below them swinging around. After a few seconds of content silence the area around them started to once more fill with children, milling around before their next lesson.

"Class has ended then" the Doctor commented.

"Well done, Sherlock" Donna elbowed him in the ribs before adding "Ow! I'm going to get a bruise from that, you really need to eat more Space Man. Get some fat on you."

"Do you want me to apologize for that?" He questioned, joking with her "And hey, I was only making conversation."

"This links in nicely with me saying earlier that you couldn't keep your gob shut- you just keep on proving me right"

"Well… Actually I think if I recall correctly (which I usually do) then that started with me making a similar comment about you"

"Okay then, how about we both agree that we're bigger chatterboxes than what's good for us both" Donna concluded.

"That'll do for me" the Doctor agreed "Although this mouth of mine had got me out of many a difficult situation before."

"Only because they thought that if they gave you what you wanted you'd shut up!" She joked.

"True, true. Still the point stands." The end of his sentence drifted off as something caught his eye.

The students had been giving them weird looks as they stood there but both the Doctor and Donna were used to that by now- neither of them were what you'd describe as 'normal'. What had interested the Doctor was three teens on the landing opposite them. The three consisted of two boys, one with jet black hair, the other a flaming ginger and a girl with bushy brown hair. The girl and the ginger boy had worried looks on their faces as the boy with black hair was wincing, one hand rubbing a scar, the shape of a bolt of lightning, on his forehead. After a second or two more he snapped out of it, dismissed his friend's worries and they carried on down some stairs, ignoring the chants of nearby pupils.

With a sigh the Doctor realized that the boy had been Harry Potter and by the look on Donna's face she knew too. He was glad that he hadn't seen him then, he knew they were going to have the 'I'm not Barty' chat at one point but he didn't really think that the most appropriate place would be surrounded by half a school of children.

"Donna?" He questioned, turning the full power of his brown puppy eyes towards her "What d'ya say about sticking around for a while longer"

Breaking under his intense stair she consented "Sounds good to me, Space Man."

So Donna and the Doctor are staying (yes I know you could have guessed that anyway but it makes me feel better if I think at least something happened in this chapter) but um reviews would be lovely-ta you amazing people. I'll try and become more interesting...