Friday afternoon classes required a tight grip from the already stern professor. The student's trepidation over the imminent weekend often made them careless and more prone to mistakes.
"You are not here to practice a twirling routine, Mr Pettigrew." The professor snapped at the boy who was holding his wand in a way she would almost qualify as profane. "Firm and decisive wand movements!" Years of repeating the same basic advice. Years!
She turned to look at another student, surely Evans would be able to lift her spirits.
The rest of the class was uneventful. Just before she dismissed her students she called on a bespectacled messy haired boy. "Mr Potter, I would like to have a word." She informed him.