Who: Professor Simkin
When: First week DADA class. (Sorry it's late)
Notes: Everyone feel free to respond with your characters experience, either as his/her thoughts or questions to the teacher or others. In this 1st class, it doesn't matter what year or with whom you're with. For now don't worry about it, we're throwing logic out the window. :)
The usual classroom rhubarb silenced as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor strode into the room, with all eyes turning to take in the new teacher...or patsy, whichever you may prefer. He was a tall and thin man, quite lanky, dressed curiously in a Muggle suit and tie and black bowler hat. Many of the students whispered to each other as he came in almost a saunter, clacking his walking cane as he moved to the front of the class. Did he forget to wear proper robes, or was he always going to be dressed like this? Most of the students were concerned with how he would teach.
When he reached the front, he wiggled his bushy handlebar moustache and tipped his hat to the students. "Steady on, now children, steady on. Ah yes, good! Excellent! A lovely full classroom, that's what I like to see." He twirled his cane about once and then leaned back against his desk, blue eyes scanning the room intensively. "Good, good! Alright then, friends, let's get this started, shall we? My name is-" and he turned, pointed his cane at the blackboard and immediately his name was outlined in chalk as he spoke-"Simkin Van Hogglepouffen. Now I've been told that's quite a mouthful, so you may call me Professor Simkin, or Professor Van, it doesn't concern me much. Now let's see, role-call then, shall we? No? Probably not. You see I was given a class list but I seem to have--"
With a flip of his hat, he checked as if looking for something, then shrugged and placed it back on his head. "Forget that then. Let's see...ah! I know, a little about me then! Right-o! Where to start...well there's no better place to start than the beginning, eh what? Born and raised here--well not here but where many of you come from, Merry old England, what chaps? Yes I believe it was 19...1955 I believe, yes. Don't like to focus too much on age, you see. Now I never schooled at Hogwarts, which I'm sure many of you think strange if not downright scandalous, what? I do however have my doctorate archaeology and history from the Munich College of Professional Wizards. Now that was some time, yes...I can tell you some stories I could. Never let anyone convince you that professional types are a boring lot. Oh ho ho!"
He leaned back a little further, and twirled his moustache muttering, "Where was I..." before starting anew. "Oh yes! That's right, you could technically call me "Doctor", but there's no need for that here at Hogwarts. No, no Professor is fine, has a lovely ring to it I think. Defence Against the Dark Arts professor! That's right...had a bit of bad luck with your Professor's in the past haven't you? They were a sorry lot, I hear. Well then again I've gotten mixed reports for all of them so I'm not sure what to think, but here's hoping our little foray will last a little longer than a term, wha- Oh, you have a question...?"