Some Enchanted Evening [Open] Nov 30, 2019 22:10:28 GMT
Post by FLEUR WEASLEY on Nov 30, 2019 22:10:28 GMT
The rays of the sun were turning orange as day slipped into evening, and Fleur, glancing up from the tall pile of parchment on her desk, flicked her wand, drawing the curtains closed over the tall classroom windows. Sunset was one of her favourite times of day, but she knew well that if she allowed herself, she was quite capable of sitting watching the slow approach of darkness for hours on end, which would go nowhere in getting her marking done.
And Merlin, such marking it was. For many years, Fleur had managed her own workload by ensuring that her classes handed in their essays at different points throughout the term so that she never found herself inundated with hundreds of sheets of stained, blotted, crumpled parchment at the same time, but this week, the system had come crashing down around her ears with the arrival of an unexpected Quidditch match. Though the French witch had never herself quite understood the British obsession with the sport, she did at least respect it, and did her best to avoid setting lengthy pieces of work around matches. But in so doing she'd established a precedent which she could hardly revoke; deadlines had had to be rescheduled, and here she was on a pleasant spring evening with a stack of parchment on her desk so high that she could barely see over it. Not ideal.
Still, it had to be done, and the blonde sighed as she dipped her quill once again into her inkwell, setting out a list of somewhat caustic comments at the foot of an essay which had been submitted by a Gryffindor girl capable of far more than she was demonstrating at present. Such students, Fleur found the most frustrating; she could understand those who genuinely lacked ability, and had discovered untapped wells of patience within herself which she had to access when dealing with them, but for those who simply didn't try, she had no such patience, and it showed.
See me was a phrase which she hated to append to anyone's work because her students quite obviously did see her; she was the teacher. Still... When in Rome...
A tentative knock sounded at the door, and the blonde frowned, glancing up at the clock on the wall. Rather late for any visitors, she would have thought, but perhaps it was important. "Entrez!" she called.