Karkaroff flicked his wand as he strolled between the rows of empty desks, sending quill fluff and bits of parchment zooming into the bin beside the door. He'd grown used to students' messiness, but that didn't mean he let it run rampant.
A scrap of parchment near his boot caught his eye, and he Summoned it, unfolding the edges. It bore two styles of handwriting.
SO bored!
Me too.
When do we get to learn the GOOD curses?
Maybe next year?
This sucks.
Yeah.
It was hardly flattering – particularly the doodle of himself writing BLAH BLAH BLAH on the chalkboard.