the colourful classroom beamed with excitement as kids ran back and forth, smudging themselves with acrylic paint and crafting materials, as an overworked james potter walked through the door.

he hadn't slept much, ever; dealing with harry and a minimum wage job was not for the weak. but then again, he'd chosen to provide of the good and the best for the kid, and he wouldn't have done it any other way.

sheepishly, as if feeling more out-of-place than he ever had before, he walked in the direction of what seemed the only responsible adult in the classroom, gently tapping their shoulder.

"excuse me, you're harry's teacher, right?"