The day had barely started and Sirius already felt ready to return to his apartment. Not even his coffee helped - and he was on his seventh cup. He had already reported some students to detention and gave several more students zero's in participation for being disruptive in class. Considering he only gave them a ten minute lecture then let them work on a free-for-all writing assignment that was worth five points, it was absurd. Especially since this was a freebee assignment, they just had to show they could write.<br/><br/>He grumbled as he shuffled his papers around into neater stacks. At least he had this one break before his next class.<br/><br/>A glance at the clock told him he had fifteen minutes until the next bell, so he pulled out his packet of cigarettes and opened one of the windows on the east wall of his classroom. A flick and spark later, he was smoking small rings out the window. His students were idiots who didn't appreciate the art that is writing. This must be what it felt like to be Severus Snape - a master at his art with dunder-headed students who didn't appreciate.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ding, dong. Ding, dong.</span><br/><br/>He stubbed his cigarette and returned to behind his desk, double checking his writing on the whiteboard with his back to the student desks as he waited for the students to file into the classroom. He flicked his black braid over his shoulder and felt his hair tie hit the small of his back. He forced himself to school his emotions into indifference and his frown wrinkles off his face. New class, new students. Hopefully they won't also be idiots.<br/><br/>((I'm so sorry for the late reply. When you didn't message me after we agreed you'd start later on, I had assumed you were still busy. I was about to message you last night to ask if I should have started us off, but I checked the cave and found it. So here it is!))