That was the fifth time this class Miss Carrington looked up at me. She is supposed to be writing an essay on veritaserum. I was kind enough not to embarrass her in front of the class which contained students of Slytherin and Gryffindor. I did not wish to show favoritism of one student. Has she even begun to write?
I sighed and rose from my desk. "Miss Carrington, is it your desire to annoy me? If so, I must congratulate you. You have succeeded."
"No, sir. I'm just writing my essay-"
I huffed, walking over to her table and held out my hand for her parchment. "We shall see."
Her face was bright red as Miss Carrington handed me her essay. "Why don't you believe me? I would never lie to you."
I shot her a glare. "Am I to feel honored, Miss Carrington?" I scanned her essay quickly which was actually well written. "Had I not seen it for myself, I would not believe you capable of such proficiency. Yet your eyes wander my classroom as if you are seeking someone in particular."
The Slytherins began snickering at my words.
Miss Carrington could not meet my eyes for some reason. Do I intimidate her so?
She shook her head, eyes still darting around the room. "No, I'm not."
I let out a sigh. "Look at me when I am speaking to you."
Her eyes met mine and she seemed to get lost in them. Does she fancy me? Of course, she is a lovely girl. Far too young for someone like me. But none of that matters now.
"Miss Carrington, there are several ways to collect the truth from you. Ironically, the subject of your essay may be your undoing."
The girl shrugged as I headed back to my desk. I caught her staring again as I put her parchment in the stack. I sighed aloud but said nothing further to Miss Carrington for the remainder of class.
Perhaps I could deduct points from her later rather than now.