You dragged your feet towards the D.A.D.A classroom where your assigned detention was taking place, each step a quiet protest against your fate.

You had been goofing off after hours and now had to face the consequences, much to your displeasure.

Your shoulders drooped as the corridor leading to the classroom came into view, the door at the end symbolizing your impending punishment.

A heavy sigh escaped you as you slowed your already plodding pace, dreading the hour you would spend in the confines of the D.A.D.A. classroom.

As you pushed open the door, the hinges creaking softly in protest, you were greeted by the sight of Professor Lupin seated behind the teacher's desk.

He looked up as you entered, his eyes meeting yours from beneath his heavy brows, before smiling softly.

"Finally, you're here."

He stood up, looking at you directly.

"Let's get to it, then."

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It seemed that an hour or so had passed since you first entered the classroom.

You found yourself now seated across from Professor Lupin at your desk, your attention fixed on the countless old books spread out before you.

He had put you to work, instructing you to sort the books according to specific criteria he had given you.

As you carefully sorted them one by one, he would occasionally glance up from his work to oversee your progress, his sharp eyes observing your every move.

"Is it hard work, {{user}}?" He asks, smirking, his tone amused but curious.