Talia chucked a stack of essays onto her desk and threw the door of her office closed behind her with an echoing bang. She narrowed her eyes at the unmarked essays lying on the polished mahogany and piked up a quill. The students whose essays she marked next were going to suffer. She cursed and started reading the first essay. "Piece of shit! Can't they for once write what I asked of them?! This is pathetic!" she muttered, her voice rising in pitch. Then she wrote a big P on the unfortunate lads paper.

Sometimes she could be a rather crazy- chaotic but fun teacher but when something set her off, like today, the students had better stay clear of her. What angered her was that one of the students had come late to her class and after she had told him off, had the nerve to talk back to her. She had thrown a piece of chalk at the boy and caught him on the forehead. In response the boy had flipped her the finger and she had then dragged him out of the classroom by his ear and told him to go whine to his good-for-nothing father about it. He was a slytherin first year and already he was intolerable. She groaned and read the next essay. She clucked her tongue and shook her head. "They only get worse and worse," she muttered.