heprayedwouldbetrue.hesupposedthathewouldbeabetterprofessorthanhewasastudentifitwasn’tforthatdamnedlokeddoor.hisdownfallsasastudenthadnotbeenforkofintelligene,orpotential,butratherbeausehewasdistratedbysomeratherpressingissues.ofourse,justwhatwaswastingawayinthedefuntslytherindungeonswasnotaspressingofanissueasdefeatingthedarklord,butitwastheonlyonehehad.somaybeitwasanexusenottofous,butitdidn’tfeellikeit.

hewasn’tsurehowlonghehadbeeninthelibrary,onlythathehadgoneinearlythatmandhowthesunlightstreamingthroughthewindowssignaleditwassometimeafternoon.hehadbarelymadeadentintheworkhewantedtogooverthatweek,onlythefirstfolderofoldlessonpnsbeingmovedtothe“done”pile.tobefair,ithadonlybeenthreedaysofstudyinginhisfivedaysofbeingbakathogwarts,butheknewthatifhewaswathisfupaity,heouldeasilybegettingthroughafolderortwoaday.hesighed,flippingthepagehewasstaringatbaktolookatthepagebefore,notatallsurprisedthathedidnotrememberanyoftheinformationhehadapparentlyalreadyworkedthrough.hehewedonhispenil—hehadswithedtopenilsafterleavinghogwarts,quillsbeingtoomuhworkforwhattheywereworth—andbegansrathingdownnotesagain,hopingmaybethethirdtimethroughthefolderwouldbeaharm.

“potter.”

harryjumped,droppinghispenilwithatterasheturnedtothesoureofthevoie.

“iamgdtoseeyouhaveyourstudiesunderway,”mgonagallontinued,walkingaroundthetablewhereheworked.

“yes,well,wouldn’twanttogetbehind,”potterstuttered,reahingdowntothefloortoretrievethepenil.

“don’tworry,iknowiftherewasanythingelseforyoutodo,youwouldbeoffdoingthat,”mgonaga