Post by blaise leo zabini on Nov 20, 2018 20:43:09 GMT -7
A brief disturbance by a couple of students in the middle of the night had Blaise up at three in the morning, slightly ticked off and definitely earning a headache that was going to carry on throughout classes all day. If he had known taking up the mantle as a head of house was going to require him to deal with petty problems between children and squabbles pertaining to punishments handed out by Prefects, he would have turned the extra title down. The only positive that came out of it happened to be larger living quarters and that he wasn’t required to live in the normal spot next to his classroom. Instead, he had converted that into an office so that he didn’t have to conduct all of his grading and paperwork at the desk in the classroom. Aside from that, he was now a surrogate parent for several dozen children that he really didn’t care for. Just because he was a Slytherin alumni didn’t mean he was required to like them in return. There were a few standouts that broke the traditional mold, but the rest were all sorts of the norm. His former classmates had kids, and those kids were now his students. And they all held the same beliefs and values. Go figure that things never changed around here.
After letting the Prefect that had caught the students ‘misbehaving in a broom closet’ go, Blaise had to go through the unnecessarily long process of taking their names down, trying not judge them as kids being kids, but also remembering that some sort of punishment had to be handed down because they had broken curfew by quite a few hours. While he would have liked to given them a classic Hogwarts detention, sticking them in a normal one a few days the following week seemed more appropriate and would get them out of his hair faster. He also made sure that their detentions alternated, so that they weren’t in the same ones together. A few protests came from that and Blaise simply shrugged, telling them that they either needed to conduct their business during the day or find a better place where they wouldn’t be caught. Hogwarts was vast, there were plenty of hideaways and hidden locations that were better suited for a late night session than a broom closet. That was like asking to be caught. Maybe that’s what they had been looking for.
The couple now gone as well, Blaise could finally head back to his corridors. Thankfully his first class wasn’t until right before lunch so he could sleep in a bit to make up for the time he had lost. Back turned to his classroom door as he locked it, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. He paused, hoping it was a hallucination from sleep deprivation making him hear things. It wasn’t. Sighing, he pocketed his key and turned to face the direction the sound was coming from. “Morning,” he called clearly through the dark void, arms crossed in front of his chest as he waited to see if the person would run or respond.