Insufferable Know-It-All

In between working on class for Monday, Hermione was trying to write a letter. In truth, she'd been trying to cohesively describe everything that had been happening for about a week now, and hadn't had much luck. You try explaining it.

So really, it wasn't so much that she was trying to take a break from class in order to write, but rather the other way around.

[Open. I'm going to stab myself in the hand so going to urgent care will give me something to do.]

It was a bit surreal for Hermione to have an office. She supposed it might be a week or two before it began to feel normal, and step one towards achieving that was spending part of today arranging things exactly the way she wanted them. It didn't make her feel any less like she was playacting when she sat behind the desk, but it at least helped the room feel a little more like hers.

After that, it would be time to settle in to write a lesson plan to end all lesson plans, because even if this was just a workshop for half the semester, she was doing things properly and being completely prepared. Secretly she also wondered when someone would tell her she was taking it too seriously.