[ EU ] Hogwarts has a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher - Gregory House

``... Becoming the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Mr. House.'' 
 Dumbledore Muttered across his desk. Gregory House sat slouched into a chair facing Albus. His pupils dilated, eyes racing around the room studying every facet of the place. 
 
 `` How did I get here?'' House mumbled to himself cupping his forehead, placing pressure on his temples with his thumb and fingertips. 
 
 `` Mr. House, have I lost you?'' Dumbledore leaned in towards house. 
 
 `` No.'' House said composing himself. 
 
 `` No to what exactly Mr. House?'' 
 
 `` No to the whole thing. I want nothing to do with any of this.'' House gripped his cane and began to stand. 
 
 `` Just a minute now Mr. House.'' House winced at Dumbledore questioningly. `` Please, bear with me for a moment.'' Albus produced his wand. Without a spoken word and flick of the wrist House began to writhe in pain falling back into his chair. 
 
 `` What the hell did you do to me you idiot!?'' House curled into himself in the chair, sweat beading down his brow. Then, almost as quickly as the pain had began, he felt nothing. House cracked his eyes open, glaring towards Dumbledore. 
 
 `` Please Mr. House, stand.'' House gingerly placed his feet onto the floor and brought himself off of the chair. His pain was gone, he cracked a grin. `` Now I do believe that should buy me a bit more time with you Mr. House.'' 
 
 `` Save it Gandalf. I'll work for you.'' House blurted out not making eye contact with Dumbledore. He simply nodded. 
 
 `` I'll see to it you're given proper housing, in the meantime I'd get familiar with the grounds.'' House was already halfway out of the room. He exited giving an understanding wave-over-the-shoulder. His cane lay against Dumbledore's desk. 
 
 House's footsteps echoing down the stone corridor we're replaced by ringing. His cellphone. He drew the phone from his pocket flipping it open. 
 
 `` Where are you?'' Chase questioned. 
 
 `` It's... complicated, what do we have?'' 
 
 `` Patient is showing fever, problems breathing, edema of the hands and feet. He was initially treated for influenza, his condition only worsened.'' 
 
 `` Anything else?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' Thirteen blurted out. `` Blood work came back with an insanely low red count and he's been complaining of photosensti...'' 
 
 House's eyes widened dropping the phone. 
 
 Gregory lay in his bed back in his Princeton apartment. He reached down pressing his middle and index finger into the all to familiar crevasse carved into his leg. His eyes drifted to his bedside table. On it sat a bottle of methadone. House raised his hand, aiming the remote towards his TV. 
 
 `` It's never Lupus''. He murmured to himself clicking off The Sorcerer's Stone.
