It had seemed like a good idea at the time. In fact, it had seemed like a good idea even before then. But after eight weeks of a work schedule that didn't regularly include sleep, Igor Karkaroff was considering going back to the Ministry. This teaching thing had pitfalls – not the least of which was getting trapped in a three a.m. vortex of ungraded essays. Really bad essays. Essays that would have made the previous Dark Arts teacher jinx the student responsible so they'd have a better grasp of the material.
Karkaroff sighed, picked up his quill, and plowed on.