weekend {open}

[benjamin]

On a Saturday Benjamin might normally be at home, or the staff member escorting the students on a visit to Hogsmeade. But this weekend was different, there weren't any Hogsmeade visits during September, the first scheduled to be in October, but he had still come to the school anyway, he had work to do, protest as his wife might. He had made the most foolish decision of leaving his teaching supplies- syllabus for each year, lesson outlines, test answer keys- in his office over the summer, and Peeves had ransacked them. The papers had been all over the castle- shredded up in the straw on the owlery floor, stuffed into potion ingredient jars, under plates in the Great Hall; Benjamin had even found a few beneath toilet seats.

He had found a good chunk of the missing pieces, but he was missing about a quarter of his things, but by now had given up on finding them. So Benjamin had come to the school that weekend to re-write the things he was missing. One might argue that he could accomplish such a feat at home, though Benjamin preferred to have a distinct separation between work and home life, it wasn't a line that he blurred. Work was done at the school, not at home. Plus have John and Jack around wouldn't do much for his concentration. He really did love his sons, but they were toddlers as well as boys- and therefore quite loud.

But it had been too quiet in both the library and his office for him to focus, so Benjamin had (after securely locking up the recovered documents so Peeves couldn't get to them again) come up to the teacher's lounge to work. For the moment it was empty, though it was positioned off a fairly busy corridor. Benjamin couldn't work with the loudness of his sons, but the white noise of feet against stone and conversations muffled by the heavy oak door made it easier for him to work. He started a fire in the empty grate and put on a kettle for tea before sitting down at the table to work.

Sighing lightly, Benjamin began filling out an answer key to a test that he gave third years on defense against creatures. It was simple enough, he had done all of this many times over, but Benjamin was still irritated by needing to procure the answers to have his key- but he knew it would be worth the effort when it came time to grade the papers. He hadn't gotten terribly far when he heard the door open, looking up from his work Benjamin made eye contact with...