Blurb 1: In a tastefully decorated home on Baker Street, a beautiful woman with short blue hair sat on the sofa, leisurely reading a book.
As if she had heard something, she casually picked up the wand on the table and went to the front door. A knock sounded, and she opened it to find a kind old man with a white beard and glasses. She stepped aside to let him in. With a wave of her wand, some cakes flew out of the fridge, which was packed with food, while homemade milk tea poured itself from a teapot into the cups on a table by the window. A fruit platter flew there too.
"So, Professor Dumbledore," the woman said, taking a sip of sweet milk tea, "you want me to take the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor post for a year? You know what I'm like."
The old man smiled and nodded, his voice gentle. "My dear, no one is better suited for the job than you. It's only for a year."
The woman relented and set down her teacup. "Fine. But won't you take some sweets with you before you go? I bought these mooncakes in China. They're sweet, not savory."
She watched Dumbledore Apparate away with a bag of mooncakes, then put a piece of cake in her mouth. She looked precisely toward a window on the second floor of the house across the street, number 221B, and raised her teacup in a toast. Though she couldn't actually see the man inside from where she stood, she still smiled faintly at the window and held her index finger to her lips.
Blurb 2: The story of how, in my first year as a Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts, I found the boyfriend the school assigned me
P.S. There may be out-of-character moments, and it may be a Mary Sue story.
Theme: Peace in the original world
