Snape shook the boy's hand perfunctorily, and bade him farewell. As he watched Macmillan disappear back down the revolving staircase, he sighed. His gaze fell to the other stack of parchment and he settled back down in his chair to await Miss Patil.
It was only a few hours old, and already this school year felt unbearably long. What would things be like by June?