Berg was a tough bargainer, but chances were that if Bob spun it right, he could probably weasel a number of her conditions out of Schechter. It was just a matter of getting Brian soused enough to agree while keeping him sober enough to remember that he owed Bob big time. Hm. "You do the marking and you can opt out of half the essays or write one ten foot long research paper due before NEWTs," Bob countered. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to get Brian to agree to a stipend, but it sure as hell wouldn't hurt to try.
"Never even took the class. I went with Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies in school, and didn't even stay with them all seven years," Bob admitted. Granted, Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies had utterly sucked his seventh year, but hey, most all of his seventh year had utterly sucked. "This isn't my specialty at all, the headmaster just suckered me into taking the class on for now because I have the 'free time' to do it and he needed someone in a pinch." And because Brian had learned ages ago that Bob had "SUCKER" written across his forehead for the world to see. Dammit.