Monday, April 10th - Evening
The classroom door would have slammed open if someone hadn't charmed it not to - Mental note, have that fixed. - as Severus stormed into his classroom. He was right on time, which to his fastidious way of thinking meant he was late. Severus hated being late.
The new hire at the Apothecary was, to put it kindly, a twit. But finding someone willing to work on a daily bases with the former Dungeon Bat wasn't easy.
He reached the front of the room and turned - a move that would look much more dramatic if he had been wearing his old teaching robes - to look over the first batch of students.
Why did I agree to this?