To be completely fair, Heine has had uncharitable thoughts towards his students a few times. Well, more than a few times. Kids are so damn loud and always talking about the stupidest shit, even within his earshot.

But still. Discipline is discipline, and Heine has to enforce it. He waves the door open without his wand, staring down at a parchment with a theoretical assignment he can't remember giving. Why would he ever assign something that would end up giving him so much reading to do?

"Curtiss." Right. Heine switches his attention to another scrap of paper with a list of names on it. The list for today is short—just this one. He finally looks up, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"All right, what'd you do?"