#cooper threads

As soon as the last class ended, Cooper’s usual wide and bright smile was wiped off of his face. He had a meeting with the headmaster about his change in lesson plans. Again. Just when Cooper thought that he had a good plan and schedule set, it got shut down. Something was missing. Some sort of substance. Something that makes this class worthwhile. No one needed to learn muggle music. It wasn’t a necessity. So why keep it as a class? Luckily the headmaster granted him a bit more time to come up with something else. But he felt spent. He wasn’t sure if he could come up with something better than his most recent plan.

It sat with him all day, causing him to be a bit off his game throughout the day. But he was certain no one noticed. He was pretty good at putting on a brave face. Especially when it came to his students. But once they had all left for the day, Cooper shrugged off his jacket and draped it over his desk chair, loosening his tie and placing both hands on top of his desk. Eyes focused down on the desktop covered in papers, Cooper felt defeated. How in the world was he going to pull this off? He was so lost in his own distress, he didn’t hear anyone enter the classroom.

The first weekend of the year was something it seemed like everyone was looking forward to. Students and teachers alike. And Cooper was no stranger to the relief he felt being out of his uniform, no robes or suit to constrict him. That was something he was going to have to get used to. But for now, he was completely content with wondering the halls in a sweater and slacks, much more relaxed than his usual attire. He was certain he’d probably never hear the end of it from some of his coworkers. Just because he wasn’t teaching that day, didn’t mean he could just parade around out of uniform. But he didn’t care. He’d play dumb if he had to.