When you walk into Zara's office, you feel as though you are no longer at Hogwarts. Stylish and excessively modern looking, it would fit right in at an office building in London. With modern seats and chairs, a sitting area with comfy looking couches and seats, and a large desk that was made of mahogany. A rather stiff looking chair sat with it's back to the door, and a rolling chair sat on the opposite side of the desk. Papers and books cluttered the desk along with broken quills, and half empty bottles of ink. Stacks of parchments were sitting on other desks that were behind Zara, and you could tell she wasn't the most organized person in the world.
Today Zara sat with her head hunched over, staring at a piece of paper that she was reading. It appeared to be a students essay, and the writing was so scratchy she could barely read it. Finally Zara sat back in her chair, and ran her hand through her hair, marking a quick letter on the top of the essay, she rolled it up and stuck it on top of a pile of other rolled up essays sitting on her desk. She hated teaching, she hated work, and she definitely hated having to do all of this stupid grading, and actually kind of have to be fair, because no matter how much she hated a student, their essays were pretty good, well some of them. That last one wasn't, but it was their own fault their handwriting looked like a chicken had simply stood on their paper and scratched it. Today probably wasn't the best day to mess with Zara, but it wasn't the worst day either.
by Zara Ellis Thu Feb 03, 2011 7:13 pm