A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Insane Prompt challenge: 701: Writing style – Second person
Writing Club August:
Trope of the month: Item: Chair
Film Festival: (color) black
Mentions nudity
Word Count: 522
You welcome her into the office, with it's black curtains and slightly moldy smell. That part comes from being below the lake. You open the curtains letting a green light flood into the room. The squid is visible through the murky lake water. You watch it for a moment before turning your attention away.
The squid ignores you, it's had plenty of time to get used to you by now. You nod to the empty seat. It is a dark wood with green accents. The back is carved in the shape of snakes. You shuffle through the stack of papers in front of you, searching for the one with her name on it. You watch her wait, watch her shift her feet beneath the chair. You nearly smile. She is uncomfortable, you want to relish that fact.
"Do you know why I called you here?" you ask.
"No, sir." You know she is lying. Her discomfort gives you the real answer. You hold up the sheet of parchment. She pales. This time, you smile.
"I found this among the assignments for the sixth year defense class. Are you going to deny you know exactly what is on this parchment?" You watch her think, see the calculating look in her eyes. You wonder if she's going to lie to you, she could try, but her hand writing is recognizable.
"It's a picture, sir," she finally admits. You nod, raising an eyebrow and waiting to see if she'll elaborate on the picture in question. She goes silent.
"And why exactly did you feel the need to draw a picture of me in the nude?" You ask. You wonder exactly how she managed to get some of the details correct. You try to remember if you've ever been nude around her, or half dressed. You have no memory of doing either of these. She must have made some calculated guesses.
"I couldn't help but..." You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Teenagers and their Merlin damned hormones!
"Detention," you state. You know it won't do much good, but at least she might double check she isn't accidentally handing in parchment she shouldn't be.
"Why, sir?"
"One, for drawing me in the nude. Two, for giving it to me instead of your assignment, and three, for your inexplicably accurate guess on parts of my anatomy that you should not even be thinking about." She nodded.
"Good. I will see you Friday evening at seven. Until then, I suggest you keep your images in your head." She nods and scampers from the room leaving you holding the nude image of yourself. You sigh and put it in a drawer. It is a quite accurate image of you, too good to destroy, but you absolutely refuse to let her know that. You smile thinking about how she'll hopefully stop picturing you nude as she scrubbing week old burnt potions off cauldrons. You turn your attention back to grading the papers in front of you. All in all, it hasn't been a bad day over all, you allow yourself a small smile and hope dinner is something good.