 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
The kids, huh? The kids had him down? Williamson licked his thumb, steadily turned a page of parchment, and briefly glanced up from his reading. Why was he calling him Professor? Was it the glasses? They did make him look bookish, didn't they. He knew it. Shoulda just squinted.
"Well... YOU weren't," he answered honestly, with a bit of chuckle to boot. "But you have to remember that you're not teaching a classroom full of Schmoes. You're teaching kids with death wishes, and ones that want to hug trolls, and ones that will probably have their wand snapped by the first foe they encounter outside of school..."
He gestured loosely with his quill. "Don't blame yourself. You can lead a hippogriff to water..." But Schmoe knew the rest of this proverb, surely. Williamson glanced down at his parchment again, marking an A for Acceptable on this essay. At least they hadn't confused river and mountain trolls again.
Punkin let out a squee and used his long tongue to affectionately, wetly lick Schmoe's hand. More pat-pats puhlease!!
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