(Sleep well!)

The two kept planning their essays

Ackley sat at his desk that evening, smiling to himself as he reminisced on his successful day. Just then, the headmaster entered his room. "Ah, hello, sir!" He stood, shaking his hand.

"Hello, Ackley. How were the students?"

"They were great, sir, most were curious about why I was replacing Mr.Binns, and many of them seemed relieved when I explained I'd be their professor for the year."

The headmaster let out a deep chuckle, nodding, "Yes, I'm afraid Cuthbert wasn't the most entertaining."

Ackley shrugged, "I didn't mind him. He explained events quite well."

The headmaster nodded, patting him on the shoulder, "That's why I hired you, Mr. Wilson. Well, I'll let you be now." He waved a wrinkled hand as he left the room.

Scarlett and Steven saw the headmaster and bowed out of respect for him before continuing on

He stood from his desk, flicking his wrist as the flames that helped light the room died down. He stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind him as he headed towards his room.

The two were in the slytherin dorms, waiting for the next class

He caught up to Snape, talking to him about the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Quirrell.

Scarlett sighed and started to write out her essay with Steven

Ackley nodded a quick goodbye before parting ways with Snape, returning to his original route to his room. His classes would not continue until tomorrow, but what to do now?

After a while, the two had finished their essays with jut enough time to spare before having to get back to their classes.