Students oftentimes didn’t realise that detention was actually the worst for their professor. Or so it was in the astronomy professor’s case. Ylva had to actually get up in the middle of the day to open up her classroom for the detainees. Fortunately today, there was only one of those, but she’d still lose sleep over it. Normally, she’d get up at dusk, have ‘breakfast’ and teach her classes throughout the night -which she realised lost students a lot of sleep, but that would only be once a week. (If the nights were clear enough, that was.) When breakfast was served in the Great Hall, Ylva would have her supper. Detention hours were horribly given to her at five in the afternoon, and the Headmaster had told her it would be unethical to change them. She understood, but that didn’t make it any less unpleasant.
Sleep still clinging to her face, she settled behind her desk in the astronomy classroom. Chances were her student wouldn’t even show, which she was secretly hoping for. Another few hours of sleep would be very welcome. She was known for being particular about her homework, and Oskar had committed an offence in that category, but this week had simply been too tiring. She hadn’t exactly figured out yet how to tell her son that his dad whom he’d never even met before had returned in the form of Hogwarts’s janitor…
A loud knock on the door made her look up from the essays she’d absentmindedly been assessing. She was somewhat surprised that he’d shown, she wouldn’t deny that. Actually, she was quite impressed. Oskar didn’t seem particularly excited, and he spoke as though he’d come to turn himself in for a three year prison sentence. Ylva suppressed a grin. She loved that about Slytherins, that they didn’t try to hold onto a fake positivity. They generally just told you what they meant. After putting a checkmark after mister Agard’s name on her quill, she took off her glasses and nodded in his direction. ’Perfect.’ The professor stood up from her seat and opened her desk drawer to reveal a cloth. ’Listen, I believe you’re intelligent enough to catch up with the others on your own time, am I wrong?’ There was a silence, but her question was strictly rhetorical; of course she wasn’t wrong. She waved the cloth around and eventually threw it at him. ’The telescopes need cleaning,’ was her instruction.
Sleep still clinging to her face, she settled behind her desk in the astronomy classroom. Chances were her student wouldn’t even show, which she was secretly hoping for. Another few hours of sleep would be very welcome. She was known for being particular about her homework, and Oskar had committed an offence in that category, but this week had simply been too tiring. She hadn’t exactly figured out yet how to tell her son that his dad whom he’d never even met before had returned in the form of Hogwarts’s janitor…
A loud knock on the door made her look up from the essays she’d absentmindedly been assessing. She was somewhat surprised that he’d shown, she wouldn’t deny that. Actually, she was quite impressed. Oskar didn’t seem particularly excited, and he spoke as though he’d come to turn himself in for a three year prison sentence. Ylva suppressed a grin. She loved that about Slytherins, that they didn’t try to hold onto a fake positivity. They generally just told you what they meant. After putting a checkmark after mister Agard’s name on her quill, she took off her glasses and nodded in his direction. ’Perfect.’ The professor stood up from her seat and opened her desk drawer to reveal a cloth. ’Listen, I believe you’re intelligent enough to catch up with the others on your own time, am I wrong?’ There was a silence, but her question was strictly rhetorical; of course she wasn’t wrong. She waved the cloth around and eventually threw it at him. ’The telescopes need cleaning,’ was her instruction.