“Professor… do you mind clarifying the assignment better for me? I’m afraid I’m a bit lost,” you say softly. Your little voice rung in his ears as the rest of the students were exiting the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you’d make yourself stay after class on purpose and he had caught on.

He chuckles, “I thought I made the assignment pretty clear. I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure it out,” he was trying to stick to his professionalism and it hurt you that he did because he just wouldn’t slip up. Not once. He wasn’t all that older either. He was your professor and he was going to make sure it stayed like that, no matter how many times you bat your eyes at him or pretended to stretch or grab something from the floor.