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Kol Van Zandt was kind of annoyed, actually he had passed that point about twenty minutes ago. Now he was just freaking pissed. It had been years since he had set foot in the castle, it was his first day of classes and he couldn’t find his office or his classroom and now he was stumbling along the Dungeons, unsure of how even had arrived there. It had been just a few days earlier that Dumbledore had requested he come to teach here at Hogwarts, Kol had turned him down stating he wanted to finish out the year in Salem. But Dumbledore had been quite convincing, telling him of his fear that a war was coming and his worry that the students would become involved. He didn’t completely understand the war ahead but anyone who was anyone who had lived in the Wizarding World had expected something like this to occur. Purebloods turning on those they deemed unworthy. Of course the Van Zandts were Pureblooded but in such a war they could still be deemed the enemy if the faction leading the fight placed them in a blood traitors category. His entire family had continued to marry pure bloods but never hesitated to associate themselves with muggleborn, half-bloods or other purebloods. It never phased his family, it meant nothing to them of heritage. A person should only be judged by their own actions, his mother used to say that whenever such an argument arose.

Dumbledore had asked him to keep his eyes open for suspicious activity inside the school and to pass it on to Dumbledore or his own brother should he uncover anything. The problem with that was that Kol, while a brilliant student, incredibly friendly and aces with his wand, was never good at reading people or their true intents. A fact that would be proven very shortly. He walked into what seemed like the millionith room and in this one found a Slytherin boy alone in the classroom. “Hmm I take it this isn’t my classroom.” He looked at his watch before turning back to the boy, he was already a few minutes late to the class and if only one student had showed, then he was in for quite some trouble. He took a few steps into the dingy classroom before speaking again. “Hey kid, any idea where I could find the Charms classroom” He flashed a smile, perhaps he had stumbled onto a prefect or someone who had ever been to Charms class. God this was embarrassing. Welcome back Kol. Jeez.

Kol smiled at the young blonde student, whos first question made him realize just how embarrassing the conversation was probably going to be. “Yes Professor O’Ryan ran off with a lovely Veela over Spring Break and Dumbledore just brought me in” He grinned, the idea of Daniel falling head over heels for a Veela was not surprising, he had always wanted to be loved and to be married, bad luck crossing him at every corner. Kol was happy for the man, even more so since it meant he finally made his way into Hogwarts, the place he had wanted to get back to since he had first graduated. Kol saw him gather his papers quietly and put them away before he made his way out toward the professor. “Well thank you I truly appreciate it, Mr. Malfoy.” He shook his hand strongly, a smile returning the prefect’s. He wasn’t sure if he should be more embarrassed that it was indeed a prefect or more so. Either way he was glad it wasn’t a useless first year, this kid would know exactly where he was going.

“Well after you, thank you again. Actually I went to school here and I spent quite a lot of time down here, guess my feet took me here on instinct.” He looked around, he had frequented these dungeons during his time at the castle. Slytherins were never the easiest people to get along with, but their women were…well they enjoyed a good time and that was Kol’s specialty. A specialty that was no useless in this castle, he unfortunately just realized. But he had more important to things to do now, Dumbledore was trusting him with this and he had to come through.

He followed the prefect, admiring his perfected posture. The boy understood his role and how to behave in front of his elders, which was unsurprising for a Malfoy. The Van Zandts were not the best pureblood families, but they were pureblood all the same and it meant knowing who the tops of the top were, Malfoys occupied that spot. He grinned, of course he knew why the dungeons were considered unpleasant but he didn’t pay that much mind. He just nodded along. “Well I look forward to warmth again.” He rubbed his shoulders to warm him to normal temps, Slytherin girls had always been so much better at raising the temperature when it got cool down here. Oh well, his own hands would have to do the trick.