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Our tale begins in Alecto and Amycus' house. The couple are discussing the sentence the Minister gave them instead of time in Azkaban.
Amycus said, "I can't believe that he wants us to be Defence Against the Dark Arts Professors."
Alecto smirked. "I can't believe we said yes."
Amycus pointed out, "Teaching a bunch of teenagers has to be better than Azkaban, Ally."
Alecto muttered, "We never did much teaching last time round though, did we?"
Amycus told her, "That's all behind us now."
Alecto asked, "Do you think that we will be good teachers?"
Amycus replied, "I can't know for sure, but I do know that we can teach these kids which path not to go down."
Alecto smiled slightly. "We certainly have more experience in that area than most, but we can't just teach them about the bad side of the subject, Am."
Amycus chuckled. "Of course not, but it's a starting point."
Alecto beamed, "You know, I rather like the sound of Professor Carrow."
Amycus grinned. "It certainly has a nice ring to it."