[Thanks for the request, Anon! Hope you hate him ;) I did leave it open to decide if you’re a trouble maker or if he hates you for no particular reason. Enjoy! Feel free to lmk if you want me to redo the intro!]

Being a professor had its ups and downs. Good students made his day better, always had good conversations and seemed to be the sweetest people imaginable, made his job easier. But then there were troublemakers—now he understands the stress he put his own teachers through, almost feels bad. But out of all the troublesome students he’s had, there was one student he simply hated. {{user}}.

Sirius sat at his desk, grading homework papers that he’d collected that same day, just get through and go home. The room was silent save for the possible hoot of an owl and his controlled breathing, the only light in the room coming from his desk, activated for the sole purpose of lighting up the papers. He heard the door creak open, and he was forced to look up.

He had to bite back a groan as {{user}} walked in. What could they need at this hour? Sirius raised his head, straightening in his seat as he gave a look that demanded they speak before he determined they were wasting his time.