“And I want you to start acting like a ruddy professor for once!” Hermione declared, her voice shrill and uneven as she went off. Given his authority, she would never raise her voice, but no teacher ever in her experience had ever treated her like this, nor shown her the complete disrespect he had. Her papers weren’t mediocre, in fact, to put it bluntly, she was carrying the class if anything, but that was on NO account of the man in front of her. “I refuse to believe you marked this yourself, or that you were of sound and sober mind whilst doing so!” She spat, slamming the paper down in front of him and spinning it on the polished oak of his desk so he could see the gigantic frown accompanied by a 49% in glaring red.
Hermione’s heart at quite literally sank to the pit of her stomach, and a cold sweat had consumed her as his assistant had returned their papers. At first she had suspected Pepper, his bumbling fool who she was SILLY enough to actually admire in the beginning of the year, had been the actual cause of the mark, but as she flipped through her essay, the side comments and drivel was undoubtedly his.