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@scullymurphy “Teach Me How to Forget” Chp 4 on ao3!

"Hiya." He waved as he strode to the teacher's desk (Hermione's brain in a sort of free-fall built of disbelief, 'what the fuck', and something very akin to a toddler crossing their arms and saying, "Nuh-UH" to a spoonful of peas). "Sorry to be," he squinted at the clock. "Almost late." He was pulling off the gloves, then unbuttoning the coat and Hermione's eyes tore themselves from his very good hair to his long fingers, which worked slowly, patiently, on the glossy buttons. "There's obviously been a slight change-up. Auror Rowle got hexed while in the field today—nothing serious and she'll recover without any permanent damage, but not in time to teach this class." He shook his head once. "And I've just come off of assignment in France with nothing pressing to do. So you're stuck with" —he bowed— "yours truly." He'd gotten the coat undone and slung it, along with his (muggle!) suit jacket, casually across the chair. A slim brown briefcase followed before he turned and leaned against the desk to face the class, long legs crossed at the ankle.

He was wearing a leather wand holster over his fine, white shirt.” ~~

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