Post by Draco Lucius Malfoy on Mar 16, 2013 7:55:56 GMT -5
It had been another long, hard day in the work of teaching for Draco Malfoy, and it had been another one of those days were he was just regretting becoming the potions master at Hogwarts, it was too much to bare, all those sniveling, snotty children... Draco was beginning to sound like his Godfather Severus Snape the more time he spent around the insufferable children. Sure, he loved his own child, Scorpius beyond belief but...well, the other children in his classes were not as intelligent as his own son and some were just so dim and incapable of listening to clear instructions that then in turn cause havoc for the class and has Draco running about trying to save the kids from their burning pus filled boils that some idiot had caused when he tipped over his cauldron, or made it explode by adding too many newt eyes.
It was all too much, he couldn't take it anymore. He banged his head against his desk in agitation, how did McGonagall do it for all these years, didn't she ever think about giving it up? Okay, so Draco loved his job, teaching was something he would have never thought he was good at considering his people skills as a child had been a little...lacking. But despite that, he still loved it, being able to do potions was something he loved and enjoyed, he was perfect and as his Godfather used to say to him, a natural. He really was, this was probably the one thing in his life as a child his father didn't have to force him to do because he had just loved it.
Hearing a knock on the door he let out a soft groan, hoping to Lord it wasn't some student looking for advice, he really just couldn't deal with that right now when all he wanted to do was go back to his teaching quarters, lay in bed and just sleep until he was ready to wake up again which might not be in another hundred years at this rate. Sitting up, he fixed his platinum hair, pulling it back with slim, pianist fingers as his deep voice called out in authority, "come in."
It was all too much, he couldn't take it anymore. He banged his head against his desk in agitation, how did McGonagall do it for all these years, didn't she ever think about giving it up? Okay, so Draco loved his job, teaching was something he would have never thought he was good at considering his people skills as a child had been a little...lacking. But despite that, he still loved it, being able to do potions was something he loved and enjoyed, he was perfect and as his Godfather used to say to him, a natural. He really was, this was probably the one thing in his life as a child his father didn't have to force him to do because he had just loved it.
Hearing a knock on the door he let out a soft groan, hoping to Lord it wasn't some student looking for advice, he really just couldn't deal with that right now when all he wanted to do was go back to his teaching quarters, lay in bed and just sleep until he was ready to wake up again which might not be in another hundred years at this rate. Sitting up, he fixed his platinum hair, pulling it back with slim, pianist fingers as his deep voice called out in authority, "come in."