knee socks

chapter eight

I smiled and batted my eyelashes "heyy Ale- I mean Mr Turner uh yeah um sorry for being late.." Great, can I make this even more awkward?

The whole class was staring at me and he was eyeing me in a weird way. Was he secretly smirking at me? At least his eyes were making fun of me, like they were telling an inside joke I wasn't in, and his mouth was slightly upturned (or maybe I was in deep stages of lunacy).

"Miss Teach you can take a seat, we shall speak at the end of the class" I gulped as he continued to lecture and sat to take out my pens and notebook.

ugh I hate the way he's so unbothered by me, by me being late hell! like shout at me? ( it's alright if you find it hot too, we've both got issues)

anyways the class finished fast, considering I had been late and I closed my eyes to prepare myself for what he was going to say.

I mean I was literally late for like 10 or 15 minutes? It's not something to get really mad at, so I hoped he wouldn't make me go to detention again. Although the idea of having detention with him, alone, had already made it's way known in my mind, I was really looking forward to enjoying my weekends with my friends, and I didn't want my third week at Hogwarts to be spent in dark classrooms when the weather outside was still slightly warm.

he walked behind me slowly and started talking with his sexy I-don't-give-a-fuck-but-I'm-hot-and-u-know-it voice

"care to give me an explanation as to why you were late to your class today Miss Teach?" Stop calling Miss Teach, I'm not a fucking old lady who didn't get married and has 3 cats and crotchets all day (although tbh it is a lifestyle i really admire and hope to have)

he seemed actually mad, or at least a bit upset, but honestly just because of me? I don't think so

"Mr Turner" I said in a soft voice mocking him and watched as he tensed at his last name "I honestly didn't want to be late to your class, I just overslept and apparently nobody in my bedroom though that they should wake me up"

Was I blaming the whole situation on my roommates? fuck yeah I was, sorry Hermione. he raised an eyebrow and I nodded

"well don't ever be late again, or there will be consequences..." and even though normally I would answer back, I bit my tongue, because I knew I would probably say something inappropriate to answer that, and walked out the door.

time skip to Saturday

Alex's pov

To say I was tired was an understatement. I couldn't feel my head or my body and groaned as I got up.

I had spent Friday evening drinking in my bedroom alone. How pathetic. my 16 year old self would make fun of me, but now I was just tired, and the massive hungover that I had didn't make things easier.

I checked my clock and groaned again. It was 16.15 and I had agreed to see my Miles around 18.00 at the Witches Pub just to relax and see my best mate for a while. I quickly got dressed, ate a bit of breakfast (well, lunch at this time) and took an aspirin to soothe my headache and lied on my sofa while killing time. Although this was just my third week at Hogwarts, I was starting to feel bored and jumpy, I was the youngest teacher, which meant that most of the teachers saw me as some kind of Head Boy who was around them all the time, and obviously students saw me as a teacher, and potential snitch. Not that I necessarily wanted to spend time with either groups, but it would be nice to have a change of conversation from time to time.