Circe it was finally over. Calvin didn’t know about anyone else but he for one was happy to be sending the brats home for the long holiday. It seemed that no matter what measure was put in place, some of them remained difficult to instruct. It was all that wilful teenage angst that made a man like him grateful for the summer.

A part of him considered the struggle that would restart in September and how many more...evaluations and changes would need to take place but one thing at a time.

In these last days, the majority gained the tendency to forget themselves, staff and students alike. A break from the unnecessary temper tantrums and childish retaliations—again on both sides—would allow him a moment to breathe and regroup. Approaching the dais, Scrimgeour was the only one to get any real form of greeting in the form of a verbal “Headmaster.” The others were lucky if a nod was sent in their direction. He hadn’t made friends this term and now wasn’t the time to start.

The Divination Professor eased into his seat beside the boss man, slouching slightly in his direction. “One more night before we can pack them up on that ancient locomotive and send them off.” And he had the feeling it would be a long night. Just a feeling.