Gus liked his OWL students; they were attentive for sure, even if they could get a little distracted like Mr. Fletcher. (It didn’t help that he was the easiest professor ever to get off track, only because he liked to talk about well…everything and anything.) His eyes flicked to Miss Potts first, who had an answer before he could even formulate one; she did have a point, although he would have much preferred to have a creature in the room. Oh boy was he going to be in for a surprise when he found the final exam at the end of the year was an entire obstacle course filled with creatures on loan from the Ministry. Well, that was a surprise months away. He nodded at her as his lips quipped into a smile.

Then his eyes turned toward the third year – he was a decent kid, but there was always one who wanted excitement in class. (Gus had been that kind of student too.). “I’m afraid not, Mr. Fletcher. Was told I can’t have creatures in the room after the hinkypunk incident last year.” Where he’d knocked the damn thing off his desk and almost burnt the classroom down. Gus shrugged. “Plus we wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt without knowing how to properly defend themselves, correct?” He arched an eyebrow at him, almost in a challenge; had he wanted to scare him, he may have shot a spell at him for fun, just to get his point across. Luckily for Mr. Fletcher though, Gus wasn’t a mean person.

He turned his attention toward the young Gryffindor with his hand raised. Mr. Thompsett was a smart kid; he took guesses even when he wasn’t sure, so when his hand shot into the air, the professor leaned back on his desk and nodded at him. “Alright Mr. Thompsett, what do you think?”

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