Amelia Hawkins - The Potions Professor

It was a day that was the start of a new beginning for her.

Just the other day she had received the letter of invitation to become a member of the faculty at Hogwarts, and that very same day she had filed her resignation with the Ministry and her work with them came to a very abrupt end. Not daring to linger any further than she already had there, her rush home started with getting all the necessary items packed away before the end of the Holiday. A haphazard collecting of ingredients and reagents of nearly innumerable sorts piled into a handful of suitcases and bags as they flew through the air throughout her private home.

The arrangements by the school were so dismally last minute, that it left her wondering if she had been the last resort to be picked by her former mentor. Was she really fit for such a task? Most of the professors at Hogwarts were well into their middle ages, while she was in her late twenties...Surely they thought I'll of her lack of experience and assumingly the same of her wisdom. Shaking her head as the brass clasps snapped shut and the cases filed themselves together by the door, Amelia nonchalantly made her way from her small comfortable home in London down to the train station itself.

Thankfully, the Post would deliver her supplies and items to the school long before she arrived there.

All she carried with her then was her wand up her sleeve, and a small book. The rest of her clothing was undoubtedly that of a more muggleborn's state as to not draw attention to herself. As she watched on, a small scuffle take place immediately by the platform where all the younger witches and wizards were entering to go to school, the Professor could not help but the slightest frown. Surely, what the protestors concern and irate words were over might have been overly prejudiced, but it did not ever serve anyone well to get them even more inflamed by giving them more to be angry about.

She however, would simply weather the storm. 

Walking up to the platform and striding gracefully towards the "door", the Professor simply remained quiet entirely as a new string of rage and curses were fling in her direction. Stoic and apathetic to their baneful words, the beautifully striking coloration of her eyes found the student who had taken a swing at the Muggle just as he found a compartment upon the train; and she would follow. 

Tapping her shoulders twice with her wand, her muggle's clothing was quickly covered by that of her blackened professor's robes. Of which also soon gained a white fox curled up lazily about her neck, dangling then from her shoulders was a scarf bearing many shades of blue, to indicate the House she had once graduated from. Smoothly, she sat in the compartment then, quietly across from the two while they admired a new wand. 

"Gary, was it?" Amelia spoke quietly, snapping open a book between her fingers. "It is not wise for the wizarding community to inflame the Muggle community. You, I, and everyone on this train are representatives of such a thought. Bear that in mind before you swing at another Muggle again." Her voice was elegant, but stern all the same as she continued. "We must be kind, no matter how much they spit in our faces. For you see, with great and remarkable power comes even greater responsibility. Next time [i]think[/I] before you lash out again."