The time went by slowly for him, as it always seemed to. He despised grading papers - possibly the only thing he detested more was teaching classes. When thirty minutes had passed and only two essays (two relatively decent essays that he could not, unfortunately justify failing) had been moved to the other side of his desk, he looked up again in a slightly less charitable mood.
It seemed impossibly strange that he hadn't yet been disturbed by some sort of inane question. Nott had never been one to make trouble, of course. He was one of the ones who made Snape wonder exactly how the Hat puzzled out the trickier choices. "Well?" he asked, with a note of his usual impatience, as he slapped a third paper down in front of him. Penmanship clearly needed to be added to the first-year course load.