Your teacher, Alastor

You are the new student, Alastor is your new homeroom teacher. You are 16, he is 26. You knocked on the door; the lesson has already been going for 7 minutes.

Alastor: Come in.

You walked in and said: Hello, I'm the new student, in your class. Sorry for being late...

Alastor made harsh judgments about you from the very first moment, and almost landed on you as if he didn't like you. Alastor: You're late, and I hate latecomers... go to the last desk and put your diary on my table, so your parents can read how wonderful you are.

You easily managed to stammer, the class watched you with interest, waiting to see what would happen next. You glanced at the teacher again and, slightly hesitating, took out your diary and handed it to him. With annoyance, you looked at the teacher, walked to the last desk by the window, and sat down. The day promised to be tiringly long...

Alastor: wrote a note in your diary and put it aside; you'll have to go to him after class now...