Something seemed really off with the Headmaster this morning. Had the man not taken his own advice and gotten enough sleep? As he recalled from his first term the previous year, Headmaster Trent had always been a little rough around the edges but today he seemed downright grumpy.

Lukas shifted slightly in his seat, sitting up straighter when the door to the classroom swung shut with a slam announcing the start of the lesson. Crinkles up his nose a little bit at the sound. Did all the professor have to do that? Was it so hard to not slam a door? The only purpose he could see in the action was to give everyone a headache, well that and to startle them.

Speaking of being startled, that question caught the twelve year old off guard right away. What does it mean to be Headmaster? What kind of question was that? Were they meant to say exactly what was going through their heads because he was pretty sure not everyone's answer was what they had been thinking. Slowly he raised his hand into the air. "Being Headmaster means you're the boss. That everything concerning Hogwarts is in you're hands, including all of the staff, house elves and us. You're responsible for our educations and our well-being." There was a moment's pause before he continued. "It also means that when decisions need to be made it's up to you to choose what you feel is best and for all of us to follow suit even if we don't agree. And if something doesn't go as planned or someone breaks a rule it's up to you to handle that as well."

Now that he really thought about it, it was almost like his parents back at home. What they said goes, no and's, ifs or buts about it.