Further than Expected
He was so exhausted as he flopped into his chair after a long day teaching children not to stick newts in each other's ears, and how not to blow themselves up. Sometimes, I swear I'm tempted to let them, he slightly, he shook that thought from his head. Horace took a deep breath and closed his eyes, rubbing his fingers across the painful muscle in the back of his neck. Why can't all the kids be like my Slug Club? He thought as he opened his eyes again, glancing over to the table beside the window - the photo frames holding only his most dear students. Why can't they all be perfect? They were why he continued to teach, to find exceptional students and lead them to greatness, so that one day they might come back to him and claim he was the reason for their success... among other things. Slughorn smiled as he adjusted one of the frames, the glass glinting the fading light. Tom Riddles' face shone in the frame. He's going to go far.
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Sept Event - 16. (emotion) Exhausted