New Class Give headache
When I came into the teacher’s lounge, I saw someone with a perpetual frown already sitting there: „My dear friend, how bad was it today?”
“Hmmmmngh” That was the only sound that escaped from… somewhere inside of him.
“Let me guess, you lied about the books… again.” I chuckled. He was quite a character sometimes. Just not an evil one.
While making a face, he said: “Charity… sometimes I really wish your name would describe you better...”
I shook my head and brought a tea for him and myself: “Well, I thought I was being quite charitable. Admitting to the lie is the first step for betterment” I sipped my tea.
“Hrrmmmmmmgh.” He voiced. If there wasn’t a shred of dignity he had to preserve, I was sure he would put his head on the table. Like that, he just intently frowned and took his teacup with a sour face: “… they asked me if I killed Dumbledore”
“Well, you almost did when he cut funding to the research part of the budget,” I said, watching him making a different, more righteous face of anger.
“It was not right! I know it was only a small cut and we had exceptionally many students, but still!” He looked back at me, eyes squinting at my tea-sipping self. “… you want to distract me”
“Sev, your first day is always the worst. It’s a simple fact of life. You said you don’t mind your role in the books either way. None of us could predict how well known they would become”
“We kind of did… but yes… I lied. I told them someone dreamt the books up. Instead of my colleagues being the cruel masterminds that they are.” Finally, he took a drink from his own cup. “Oh, you used my mix. Thank you”
“You’re most welcome. So. Now you must forgive me: Did you really start implementing muggle items in your studies?” We had talked about it during the last year.
Wordless, he reached into his robes and took a ballpoint pen out and on the table.
“It’s a start” I nodded.
He stared at it for a bit, then: “They really are very useful. Same goes for the post-its they have everywhere. Measuring jugs from kitchens… electrical scales might really be a blessing, but… well…”
“… still no electricity, yes.” I sighed. “It also would make muggle studies the tinsiest bit easier”
Now it was his turn to chuckle. And sigh: “… thanks for… making me renounce the lie. Headache ebbs… and… if you have any tips for implementing more muggle-things… do tell! I’ll try”
“I’m thankful for all inclusions. Good luck with them, too!” And with that, I left him to his free period of moping. I really only wanted to grab a cuppa, after all.
