Conager scribbled out as much as he could within those few minutes, never even minding what Sirius was saying. If nothing else, he could use a few more of those minutes to his advantage. As he spoke in his stern voice once more, he again, rolled his eyes but began to think 'maybe it's just his culture. I remember Asian's being overly stern, like, all the time.'<br/>As the last person handed their paper, he quickly put down his name.<br/>The story wasn't quite as rounded off as he had liked it to be, but it was pretty good considering he never really did that sort of thing. He absently glanced over the ending in his head, thinking how instead of being separated forever, they met in secret every night, even right under the nose of the Lanister's right hand spy - who always had his nose in everything for his dominus. He wasn't shy in detail to their night of passion below the crumbling stair, getting rather explicit with their body textures and movements - more so the man's than the woman's oddly enough.<br/>Conager Valenteis [Vuh-lent-tays] and the date below it. Picking up his papers and lining them up to tap them straight against the desk, he held them taught. He looked at Sirius as he walked towards him, standing less than a foot away when he stopped and began leaning forward. His hand came up, reaching behind his teacher and grabbing one of the staplers to make a quick 'click' in the corner of his sheets. With a wicked grin, he turned, paper still in hand to gather his belongings, only to strut back to Sirius and hand the paper to him smiling, as it dangled over his knuckles.