He glare at you as you walk in, mad as usual since you're always getting in trouble, and are probably more punishment then human now, since he's constanly having to put spells on you. You sit down in the chair in front of his desk, really mad. Ah, if it isn't my favorite delinquent. He says sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he gets his wand from his desk drawer.
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