Waste of his own time? Merlin no. As always, the man had some work to be graded. Detention, as it turned out, was an excellent place to get things done once the monotony of the exercise kicked in. Outside of that, he had Scrimgeour—an entertaining man in his own right. He was a simple man and could, indeed, have this dragging for as long as he needed.

Calvin reached into his extended pocket for the parchments and his quill. He got through making check marks on the first before looking back to the boy. “They’ll ultimately remain as they are, unless you’d like to come back after your week of tedium to properly get things set in order.”

It was all the same to him.

The point of this right here was there were better things you could be doing when you don’t do things to land yourself in detention. It would remain intentionally pointless and he would go back to his grading while the boy worked.