The Weasley clan, Hermione, Harry and Jinx woke early to catch a Portkey back to Ottery St Catchpole.

Jinx had traded her heels for a pair of gold skate shoes. She and Charlie both wore what they'd been dressed in the night before.

As they rounded the corner of the lane, and the Burrow came into view, a cry echoed along the damp lane.

"Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness!" Molly Weasley, who had obviously been waiting for them in the front yard, came running towards them, still wearing her bedroom slippers, her face pale and strained, a screwed-up copy of the Daily Prophet clutched in her hand. "Arthur, I've been so worried. So worried!"

She flung her arms around Mr Weasley's neck, and the Daily Prophet fell out of her limp hand onto the ground. A black and white photo of the Dark Mark over the tree tops sat beneath the headline: SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP.

Jinx watched in amusement as Molly strangled the twins. They flailed until Arthur pried her off. The raven snickered as they brushed themselves off.

Fred and George shared a look, before throwing their arms over her shoulders.

They were a good three inches taller than her, now that her five foot seven frame wasn't wearing six-inch heels.

"So Fred," George grinned at his twin. "Did you know Jinx can wear shoes that aren't heels?"

"No way, George!" Fred gasped, smirking.

"Both of you, shut it." She hissed. The twins jerked away from her in surprise. Jinx strode inside after Charlie, following him up the stairs.

A larger-than-normal bat was laying on her cot, two papers (one singed) around it's feet.

"Oh, Octavian." The witch hurried to the bat. "I was wondering if someone would send you."

The bat narrowed his amber eyes in a glare as she pulled the two letters off. He huffed at her and flew up to the corner of the room.

The first letter, the not singed one, was from the manager of the Research Division requesting a meeting with her and Charlie at their earliest convenience, regarding the handling of dragons for the you-know-what.

The singed letter came from the Chinese Minister of Magic, requesting assistance in subduing a raging Chinese Fireball.

The raven turned to Charlie with a slightly disappointed expression. "And I so wanted to visit with your family more."

"You have to leave?"

"I've gotta tame a Fireball." She grumbled, flicking her wand. The clothing she owned flew back into her bag. "I hate Fireballs."

"I know." Charlie chuckled. "I'll let Mum know you're gone."

"Tell her thank you." Jinx murmured, flicking her wand again. Her bag vanished, and Jinx headed up the stairs to where she knew Ron's room was.

Hermione was exiting the room as Jinx appeared, scowling.

"Harry and Ron in there?"

"Yes." The bushy haired witch sniffed. Jinx strode into the room like she owned the place. Ron gave a girly squeal and covered his exposed bottom half with his pillow.

"You can't just walk in here!" Ron protested as Harry fought off laughter. Jinx stuck her head out the youngest Weasley brother's window.

"Hm?" She turned, smirking. "It's not like you were changing...Oh, you were? Not like there's much to hide."

Ron darted behind Harry to escape her violet gaze.

"Out! Get out!"

"And if I say no?" She sauntered over and Harry stepped out of the way, clapping a hand over his mouth. Ron blushed four shades of tomato. She stood two inches over him, smirking.

"GAAAAH!"

Jinx chuckled, dropped the pillow she'd stolen, pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, and threw one leg over the open window. "Sayonara."

Both boys screeched as the young woman dropped, rushing to look out the window.

Two feet from the ground, powerful leathery wings buffeted wind into their faces and Jinx smirked as she flew past before vanishing with a crack.

"Charlie dear," Molly gestured her son over to where she was reading the Daily Prophet. "There's an article in the paper about your friend on page three."

Charlie snatched the paper away, flipping to the third page. Taking up most of the space was a black, white and orange picture of Jinx from the back, breathing fire at the group of Death Eaters she'd fought.

'While my colleague, Rita Skeeter, and her Creepy Quill focused on the rumours in the woods, I was able to first handedly witness one of the most epic battle since Harry Potter's first run-in with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Facing off against fifteen Death Eaters, Furia J. Jarvis went in spectacular and came out a winner.

She was seen, as I've managed to capture in the picture above, breathing fire. That's right. Fire.

As I found out later, Jarvis is good friends with the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team, and after doing a bit of research, I discovered that she plated for China's National Team five years ago.

Not only is she a Seeker-extraordinaire, but Jarvis works non-stop. Just hours after the big fight at the Quidditch match, she was seen subduing a raging Fireball. Chinese Fireball that is.

So, Harry Potter, if you read this, you'll want Furia Jinx Jarvis on your side.

This is Lee Chang, signing off!'

"Huh. I'll have to have Harry read this." Charlie hummed, grabbing his bag from where he'd left it on the floor. "Send it to him, will you, Mum?"

"Of course. You're off then?" Molly gave Charlie a tired smile.

"Yeah. Jinx and I have a meeting with the boss." He planted a kiss on his mother's cheek and Disapparated.

"Come here, you. Stupid. Short-Snout!" Jinx roared, stomping towards the blue-grey dragon that was dancing around her nest of eggs.

The raven had dealt with this particular Swedish Short-snout before; she was flighty, nimble and very evasive. She also had a playful streak, which meant that Jinx end up on her back more often than not.

It was November now, and the Tri-Wizard Tournament had started. The first task involved nesting dragons. Jinx, Charlie, Louis, Max and Larry had been charged with capturing the four dragons; the Swedish Short-Snout, a Common Welsh Green, and the Chinese Fireball Jinx had brought in after the World Cup. The fourth dragon still hadn't been decided on yet.

"Stop dodging me!" Jinx stomped her foot.

"You can do it, Jinx!" Charlie called, tucking his hands behind his head. "I believe in you!"

"Why aren't you helping me!?" She growled, narrowing her violet eyes at him.

"Uh...I don't feel like it."

"Gah!" Jinx threw her hands up. The Short-Snout made several smoke rings with her nose as it watched an owl glide to the raven-haired young woman. A scroll was tied to it's foot.

Jinx, as she read it, looked like she wanted to punch something...or Charlie.

"Have fun with Bluebell." She grumbled, dropping the letter as she launched herself into the air, morphing as she went. Charlie heaved himself up with a groan, meandering over to the scroll.

"Ooooh..." He winced. "Jinx hates Horntails as much as Fireballs..."

Bluebell sneezed, shooting fire at Charlie's leg. He danced out of the way.

"We meet again," He gave her a strange look. "Bluebell."

The Hungarian Horntail, Princess, was really not very happy to have Jinx invade her cliff-side nesting ground. She was hissing and blowing smoke as the Animagus neared, attempting to make herself more threatening.

Jinx wasn't all that fond of Princess or Jingle, the Fireball. Princess was named the way she was for a reason; she wanted what she wanted when she wanted it. And she had a nasty set of spikes on her tail.

Jinx didn't like those either.

Princess flared her wings as Jinx circled overhead, sucking in air to blast of stream of fire at the intruder.

Jinx rolled under the fiery exhale, and dropped onto Princess' back, pushing the temperamental beast into the ground. She made sure to pin the deadly looking tail down and clobbered Princess over the head.

Princess' mate, Luthor, blinked one of his amber eyes open, puffed a bunch of smoke from his wide nostrils and rolled his enormous girth over with a bit of effort. He lazily scratched his pale belly and promptly went back into his doze.

"I'm sure Princess loves that you car so much, 'thor." Jinx murmured as she finished returning to her human form.

Princess' brood of eggs was contained in a small pit half-covered in dead foliage. Jinx made a face at the eggs, and flicked her wand. The clutch drifted into the air and vanished into the bag on Jinx's hip. She growled as she shifted back into her Animagus form.

Luthor heaved himself up, ambled over to his mate, taking Princess' hind legs in his front claws as he lifted off the ground. Jinx took the other half of Princess and together the two dragons carried her to where the other groups were waiting.

The Common Welsh Green, Lucy, was curled nicely in a magically constructed cage, her clutch of grey-green eggs placed near her stomach.

Bluebell, when she saw Jinx calmed immediately and trotted into her own cage, lazily flicking her tail.

Jingle was knocked out and the final empty cage was for Princess.

Charlie directed Jinx and Luthor, helping to get Princess into her cage. The moment he could Lazy Luthor dropped to the ground...snoring.

Jinx landed beside Charlie and several seconds later was placing Princess' eggs her cage.

"I pity whoever gets the Horntail. Fucking temperamental dragon."

"Wair is it you are taking me, 'Agrid?"

"Yeh'll enjoy this," Hagrid said gruffly. "Worth seeing, trust me. On'y- don' go tellin' anyone I showed yeh, right? Yeh're not s'posed ter know."

"Of course not." said Madame Maxime, fluttering her long lashes.

Harry was getting more and more irritable as he jogged along in their wake, checking his watch every now and then. Hagrid had some harebrained scheme in hand, which might make him miss Sirius. If they didn't get there soon, he was going to turn around, go straight back to the castle, and leave Hagrid to enjoy his moonlit stroll with Madame Maxime.

But then...When they had walked so far around the perimeter of the Forest that the castle and lake were out of sight- Harry heard something.

Men where shouting up ahead...then came a deafening, ear-splitting roar...

Hagird led Madame Maxime around a clump of trees and came to a halt. Harry hurried up alongside them – for a split second, he thought he was seeing bonfires, and men darting around them – and his mouth fell open.

Dragons.

Four fully grown, enormous, vicious-looking dragons were rearing on their hind legs inside an enclosure fenced with thick planks of wood, roaring and snorting – torrents of fire were shooting into the dark sky from their open, fanged mouths, fifty feet above the ground on their outstretched necks.

There was a silvery-blue one with long pointed horns, snapping and snarling at the wizards on the ground; a smooth-scaled green one, which was writhing and stamping with all is might; a red one with an odd fringe of fine gold spikes around its face, which was shooting mushroom-shaped fire clouds into the air, and a gigantic black one, more lizard-like than the others, which was nearest them.

At least thirty wizards, seven or eight to each dragon, were attempting to control them, pulling on chains connected to heavy leather straps around their necks and legs. Mesmerized, Harry looked up, high above him, and saw the eyes of the black dragon, with vertical pupils like a cat's, bulging with either fear or rage, he couldn't tell which...it was making a horrible noise, a yowling, screeching scream...

"Keep back there, Hagrid!" yelled a wizard near the fence, straining on the chain he was holding. "The shoot fire at a range of twenty feet, you know! I've seen this Horntail do forty!"

"Isn't it beautiful?" said Hagrid softly.

"It's no good!" yelled another wizard. "Stunning Spells, on the count of three!"

Harry saw each of the dragon-keepers pull out his wand.

"Stupefy!" They shouted in union, and the Stunning Spells shot into the darkness like fiery rockets, bursting into showers of stars on the dragons' scaly hides.

Jinx limped into the dragon enclosure, muttering under her breath about 'stupid Fireballs' and 'temperamental Horntails'.

Her arms, which were bared in a dark brown corset vest, were wrapped in stark white bandages that clashed with her tan skin.

She strode to where Charlie was in her heels; today's a pair of knee-high brown boots with four-inch heels. Her lime green skinny jeans were tucked into her boots.

Charlie, her favourite redhead, was standing by the fence, speaking to one of the largest men she'd ever seen. Ever.

From what she could tell, the man's face was almost completely hidden in a long, shaggy mane of hair and wild, tangled beard, but she could make out his eyes, fixed on the four dragons in longing.

Charlie was looking at the equally large woman that was strolling along the edges of the enclosure, where she was examining the Stunned dragons.

"I didn't know you were bringing her, Hagrid." The redhead said, frowning. "The champions aren't supposed to know what's coming – she's bound to tell her student, isn't she?"

"Jus' thought she'd like ter see 'em." Hagrid shrugged, still gazing, enraptured, at the dragons.

"Really romantic date, Hagrid." Charlie shook his head.

"So this is the famous Hagrid." Jinx grinned, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"'ello, who're ya?" The giant man looked down.

"Jinx Jarvis." She offered her calloused hand. "I'm Charlie's partner-in-crime."

"Nice ter meet ya." Hagrid shook her hand with his own massive one. "Ya work with the dragons too?"

"Yeah. I'm one of the more experienced keepers." She grumbled.

Max turned his from Princess' head chain. "Jinx. Her Highness is acting up! The Stunning Spells didn't work."

"Keep your thong on, Maxxy." She spun on her heel and stomped forward, transforming as she went. "I'm coming."

Max, a burly Irish guy with green hair, didn't deny that he was wearing a thong, but considering he was running away from a bitch fight between a fifty foot Hebridean Black and a forty foot Hungarian Horntail, a little slack had to be cut.

"Get her the eggs." Max hurried over to a pile of grey and black speckled eggs the size of his head, bringing three of the others with him.

Jinx tackled Princess to the ground as the temperamental dragon came out of her daze. Princess screeched, lashing out with her heavily spiked tail. It caught on one of Jinx's front legs and the witch roared as it cut a gash through her black scales, fire rushing up her long throat.

Fiery orange washed over the smaller black dragon and Princess flinched back. She snarled and snapped before Jinx pinned her head beneath her sharp talons.

"Wow." Hagrid breathed as Jinx gave several snarls to Princess and transformed back. Max and the other three men stumbled over to the now-grumpy Horntail with her clutch of eggs.

"I've got them counted, Hagrid." Charlie have him a stern look, before asking. "How's Harry?"

"Fine." said Hagrid. He was still staring at the eggs.

"Just hope he's fine after he's faced this lot." Charlie said grimly, looking over the enclosure as Jinx came back, muttering a healing spell under her breath at her wounded shoulder. "They wanted nesting mothers, I don't know why. I don't envy whoever gets Princess – the Horntail. She's vicious. Her back end is as dangerous as her front."

"There's one for each champion." Jinx glanced back at the dragons. "I don't think they've gotta fight 'em. The Ministry doesn't want anyone dead. I'd assume they'd just have to get past the ladies."

"That's what I'd assume." Charlie agreed. "We'll be on hand if it gets nasty, extinguishing spells at the ready. I didn't dare tell Mum what he's got to do for the first task, she's already having kittens about him..." Charlie imitated his mother's voice. "'How could they let him enter the Tournament, he's much too young! I though they were all safe, I thought there was going to be an age limit!' She was in floods after that Daily Prophet article about him. 'He still cries about his parents! Oh, bless him, I never knew!' "

"Pfft. That's total bullshit." Jinx sneered. "Rita Skeeter's Creepy Quill writes lies!"

"You just prefer Lee Chang." Charlie snorted.

"I do. I really do. That picture was awesome."

Jinx woke late Sunday morning and climbed from the enormous dog pile in the shared tent. She picked her way over the sleeping men to her bag.

The raven rifled through her bag and managed to pull out of pair of bright red pumps, a gold pair of jeans, and a black tank top.

She pulled them on and managed to make it out of the tent without waking Charlie.

Dragon wings sprouted from Jinx's back and she glided towards the castle. Her six-inch heels clicked on the stone of the courtyard. Several passing students gave her odd looks as the wings vanished.

The raven sauntered into the castle, twirling her wand between her fingers. She stopped beside a sand blond and grinned. "Wanna direct me to the library?"

The blond smirked. "I'll do ya one bettah. I'll take ya there meself!"

"Much appreciated. What's your name?" she asked, following him around the corner.

"Seamus Finnagan." The pair turned several more corners and Seamus gestured to a pair of double doors.

"Thanks." Jinx pulled them open.

"No prob. Could I interest ya in a Butterbeer down at Hogsm'ede?" He shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Sorry, hun." Jinx smirked. "You're a few years too young for me."

She stepped into the library and grinned, making a beeline for the stack of books that hid a head of bushy hair and a raven.

"Hermione," Harry's voice floated from the other side of the books. "Will you shut up for a bit, please? I'm trying to concentrate."

Jinx flicked her wand and the books surrounding the two teens created a pile on the other side of the table.

"Men Who Love Dragons Too Much, Magical Beasts And Where To Find Them," She flicked through the stack and tapped a finger on her ruby-painted lips. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were going to fight a dragon."

Hermione zeroed in on the white bandages wrapped around Jinx's arms.

"Did you hurt yourself?! Are you okay!?"

"Perfectly fine." Jinx waved a hand at the girl. "Harry, it takes eight fully trained wizards to simply stun a dragon. Go around the dragon, if you can. You know, if you're going to fight one."

"What do you know about dragons?" Hermione scowled.

"Tons. I work with Charlie Weasley in Romania."

"Oh no." The bushy haired girl grumbled, gathering up several spellbooks. "He's back again. Why can't he read on his stupid ship?"

Viktor Krum was slouching in, a surly look on his face.

"Come on, Harry. We'll go back to the common room. His fan club'll be here in a moment, twittering away..."

Jinx meandered over to the Bulgarian Seeker as the duo left.

"Ĭo, Viki. (Yo, Vicky.)" She planted herself on the edge of the table. "Mozhete izsledvane drakoni sŭshto? Populyarna tema , ne znaesh li? (You researching dragons too? Popular topic, don't you know?)"

"Ne znam zashto. (I wouldn't know why.)" The Seeker murmured in his native language.

"Hm." Jinx glanced over as the doors opened, allowing a gaggle of girls in. One of them wore a Bulgarian scarf around her waist. "Shte te ostavya da se spravyat s fen klub. (I'll let you deal with the fan club)"

"Ne!" Victor grabbed her wrist. Jinx fell backwards into her friend's lap, mere centimetres away from each other's faces. Victor's startled black eyes stared into Jinx's own horribly amused violet. One of the fangirls wailed.

"Moga li da slyaza sega? (Can I get off now?)" The young woman asked. Victor immediately released her and Jinx stood.

"Bukhal men, ako imate nuzhda ot pomosht. (Owl me if you need help)"

Monday morning dawned with sunny skies.

An owl was perched above Jinx's head, staring own at her with luminescent yellow eyes. A scroll was tied on its leg and Jinx pulled it off.

'Miss Jarvis,

I am teching a class on dragons later. Will you com help me?

Hagrid'

The raven grumbled as she dressed in a pair of lime green jeans, her brown boots, and a brown hoodie vest. Her shoulder length black hair was pulled into a messy-bun.

Charlie lifted his head as she left, half his body falling off the cot he'd claimed. "Where're you going?"

"Hagrid asked me to help teach a class this morning."

"Righ'. Have fun." The redhead muttered.

"I'll try." She snorted, hurrying away from their camp by the dragons.

Ten minutes later, Jinx was standing beside Hagrid, watching as a group of Sixth Years in their black robes meandered their way over. Judging by the crests on the front, this particular group consisted of Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors.

A flash of red hair caught her eyes and Jinx smirked. Hagrid clapped his enormous hands together.

"Alrigh'." He boomed, smiling. "I've got a special treat fer ya today. This 'ere is Jinx Jarvis."

The Sixth Years looked unimpressed and the Weasley in the group seemed curious. It was one of the twins; Jinx wasn't sure which one though.

"Go on, Jinx!" Hagrid beamed at her. "Show 'em!"

The raven rolled her violet eyes and concentrated. "I suggest you back up a good fifty feet or so."

Her skin bubbled and rippled, bones snapping and lengthening. Her face elongated along with her teeth. A scaled tail erupted from her tail bone.

Finally, Jinx shifted on her four legs, swishing her tail.

"Come on!" Hagrid called, striding up to Jinx with absolutely no fear at all. "This is the tamest dragon yeh'll ever see!"

The Gryffindors tiptoed forward, shielding the Hufflepuffs. However, the Weasley twin marched right forward and gave Jinx a pat on the snout.

Hagrid positively glowed. "Thata boy, George! Ever ridden a dragon?"

The Care of Magical Creatures teacher lifted George up and placed him on the witch's back.

"Mind givin' him a ride?"

Hagrid's answer was a sudden burst of wind from her wings. George whooped as Jinx pushed off the ground.

The witch glided over the lake, dipping her wings in the water.

The giant squid rose to the surface, swimming along with the pair until Jinx rose sharply upwards. She rose above the tree-tops and then dropped.

George yelled as they free fell, groaning when Jinx snapped her wings open. They corkscrewed between the towers, so close that George made faces at both students and paintings alike.

They rushed over the grass back to Hagrid hut, slowing to a halt before landing.

George slid off with a thump and Jinx morphed back.

"Way better than a broom." He announced, sprawling in the grass. "That was awesome!"

Tuesday evening came too quickly for Jinx. The nesting mothers had sensed something was going to happen, and were more temperamental than usual, including Princess.

The four dragons were positively pissed; locked in cages and their eggs hidden from them.

Luckily for Jinx, she'd been given the task of placing a golden egg in the nest of the eggs each round, along with standing with an extinguishing spell at the ready.

The first dragon was Bluebell; a rather angry, very protective Bluebell.

The first Champion was Cedric Diggory, a Seventh Year Hufflepuff. He looked positively green as he entered the arena.

Jinx snickered, twirling her wand between her fingers. She, along with the other dragon-keepers, were dressed in dragon hide pants and tight leather vests. Jinx had forgone her normal heels in place of sturdy brown boots. Her black hair was pulled back in a braid and coiled around the back of her head.

Cedric Diggory, cald in black and yellow, clutched his wand and pointed it at a boulder.

Bluebell's head snapped around as she followed the transfigured boulder-Labrador. It barked and Cedric darted for the golden egg Jinx had perched atop Bluebell's eggs.

At the last minute, Bluebell spun back to Cedric.

Fire spewed from the Short-Snout's mouth, and it managed to catch Cedric's side. His shirt blazed and the two closest wizards readied their wands as Cedric's hands closed around the egg.

The stands cheered, and Cedric hurried away as Jinx and Charlie darted forward with several others. The Judges presented Cedric with his points.

The raven spoke in murmured tones to the dragon, who visibly calmed and was led from the arena, easy as can be. Bluebell's eggs floated after her.

Jinx swished her wand. "Accio egg."

A second golden egg whizzed towards her as the next batch of eggs was carried in, followed by Lucy, the Common Welsh Green.

Beauxbatons's Champion, Fleur Delacour, attempted to charm her dragon into a trance. It worked...but Lucy was a snorer and the flame that burst from the Common Welsh Green's nose set Fleur's robe on fire.

The third dragon-and-Champion pair of was Krum and Jingle.

The second Victor saw the Chinese Fireball, he fired off his chosen curse.

"Conjunctify!" He bellowed. The spell hit Jingle in one of her dark amber eyes and the red serpent roared, shooting several fireballs blindly around the arena.

One whizzed over Victor's head. The brunette lunged forward, ducking beneath Jingle's tail.

"Very daring!" Ludo Bagman yelled. He'd been commentating, but Jinx hadn't been paying attention to him.

The Chinese Fireball let out a horrible roaring shriek and the crowd gasped as she lunged for Victor, who was a mere five feet away from his prize.

Jingle trampled forward, crushing the pile of eggs beneath her feet. Victor tripped backwards and scrambled under Jingles belly as she reared back.

He lunged for the slightly dented egg.

"That's some nerve he's showing. And...yes, he's got the egg!"

Applause shattered the winter air.

Jinx whistled loudly, two fingers between her lips. Jingle's head snapped around and she flared her golden spikes.

"Lěngjìng xiàlái. Wǒ yào zǔzhòu. (Calm down. I'll take the curse off.)" The raven flicked her wand at the same time as the others. Her lighter spell mixed with the red of the Stunning Spells.

It took a few minutes, but Princess was soon in the arena, her clutch of eggs between her legs.

Harry Potter's turn lasted the shortest amount of time, and Jinx hurried to help with Princess, but was stopped when Hagrid placed a massive hand on her shoulder.

"Professor Dumbledore wants ter see ya."

Jinx blinked her violet eyes at the half-giant and murmured something under her breath before sprinting over to the headmaster.

She was surprised to see Yamamoto at his side, hands tucked in her official robes.

"Jarvis!" Yamamoto exclaimed, smirking. "Me and Albus just talking about you!"

"All bad I hope?"

"Not at all, my dear." Albus Dumbledore's eyes twinkled behind half-moon glasses perched on his crooked nose. "We were speaking of your qualifications."

"For what, exactly?" The witch questioned as she followed Dumbledore and Yamamoto, who had obviously come to watch the first round of the Tournament.

"Hagrid has requested that I offer you a spot on my staff as the Care of Magical Creatures assistant. He has expressed quite passionately that he enjoys working with you."

"What about my job in Romania?" Jinx frowned.

"Silly girl!" Yamamoto smacked the young woman with the cane she kept hidden somewhere. "You let senseis' teachings go to waste with dragon work. Help Hagrid! Superior knowledge I have!"

"Ow!" The raven yelped as the nearly four foot Headmistress thwacked her.

"I'm sure your employer will be understanding." Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled and his lips twitched into a smile.

"Jarvis!" Jinx whirled, surprise on her face as her eyes met those of Garret Yu, her half-Korean boss.

"Congrats, kiddo!" He vigorously shook her hand. "I knew I'd loose you one day. Didn't think you'd be a professor, but, oh well. I've taken the liberty of packing all your things in your dorm room with Weasley. Here!"

Garrett pressed a bag into her hands.

"There's a few parting gifts from the team!" He grinned, hurrying off. "You're fired!"

"Now, Ms Jarvis," Dumbledore clasped his hands together. "May I offer you a position teaching with Hagrid here at Hogwarts?"

"Uh..."

"That mean yes in Troll!" Yamamoto cackled, taking off down the hall before Jinx could throw a hex at her.

"Welcome to the Hogwarts staff, Furia."

"Jinx..." The befuddled young Animagus stared at the Headmaster of Hogwarts, unsure of what had just happened.

"I'll have Severus show you around the castle."