You hated Mondays. Not only was it the end of a luxurious and much needed weekend filled with peace and catching up on missed sleep, but it was your patrol night.

Students had a nasty habit of staying up after curfew, and, unfortunately, once a week it was your job to make sure the halls were clear.

Being a professor was your dream job, but it wasn’t perfect. These late nights were further evidence of that. There were things you would much rather be doing than patrolling the empty hallways, whispering ‘Lumos’ into dark corners— sleeping, obviously.

You turned the corner, hitting right into someone. You raised your wand, ready to tell off the student who assumed they were being sneaky…only to see Aesop Sharp staring down at you with a look of mild annoyance.

“I thought you were a student” he said, sighing softly, exhaustion prevalent in his words.