He'd never have admitted it - except perhaps to Adrienne during a drunken game of truth or dare - but Selwyn actually liked his job. Of all the things he'd imagined doing with his life, teaching wasn't one of them. As it turned out, he was if not good at it at least not so awful as some of the teachers he'd suffered through when he was at school. And someone must have taken notice because this year he was suddenly the Head of Slytherin.
Or maybe it was just a parting gift from Keiran. Despite how much pleasure he got from winding the other man up by saying he was, Selwyn knew Keiran wasn't actually stupid. There would be no point in calling him that if he were, after all. Doubtless he'd realised exactly how far their house could fall if certain attitudes weren't nipped in the bud.
Damn, that meant he was going to have to do actual work. Sometimes, Selwyn really wished he'd been a Hufflepuff.
On that note, he was on the train now. Of course these new responsibilities did mean he had to spend more time around the children. Selwyn wasn't sure how he felt about that. Being the Creatures Professor brought with it a certain level of isolation. People tended to assume you were crazy or potentially dangerous or probably both. The only students Selwyn ever really got to know were the ones who were just as odd as he was. This new addition to his role was presumably going to change all that.
A small person bolted down the corridor right next to him. When did all the kids in this school get so bold?
"No running on the train," he reminded them.
by Selwyn Thorfinn Thu Aug 20, 2015 8:19 am
