The back of my classroom is my own private domain. I have my laptop, my desk, my toys. . . and piles of paper, if I’m being brutally honest. On the first day of school, I impress upon the children that one does not simply enter my lair. One must be
invited. I understand the appeal—I have a lot of cool stuff. I wouldn’t leave my lair at all if I didn’t have to, you know, teach my classes.
Today a student, clearly attracted by a shiny object of some sort, wandered into my lair while we were waiting for dismissal. I could see that she wasn’t hurting anything, so I let her look at whatever she was looking at. Another student saw her, gasped, and shouted, “GET OUT OF HER DUNGEON!”
Apparently I am the potions professor at Hogwarts.
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