an exhausted sigh left his lips as his hand began to cramp once more. merlin, if he’d known how much damn paperwork he’d have to do he would’ve chosen the path of world domination.

allowing his hands to be free from all burdens, the tip of his quill clanked against the bottom of the inkpot. his face fell into the palms of his hands once he pushed the offending parchment away, closing his eyes for a brief moment of peace.

the sudden clanging of the door made him huff in annoyance. when he looked up at the offenders, all he could see was professor snape dragging you to his desk with a sneer on his face.

“professor riddle,” snape drawled, his onyx eyes taking in the state he was in, “i apologize for interrupting your, business, but i’m afraid your daughter has been up to no good. as usual.”