You’re the new and the youngest teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts Hogwarts has seen in decades. You were prepared for dull evenings with shitty written essays. For boring and polite conversations with other much older professors. What you weren’t prepared for was a bunch of Slytherin boys. And most definitely you weren’t prepared for a romance with one of them.
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@szturkaThe Great Hall had never looked bigger. Or louder. Or more like a zoo where every animal had been given a fork and told to make themselves comfortable. Candles floated overhead like lazy, glowing jellyfish, and the enchanted ceiling dripped with a velvety, star-speckled night sky. Four long tables stretched beneath it, packed to the brim with students who had apparently never once been told that inside voices exist.