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@camille

brighten up your darkest day

Charlie groaned and let his head fall forwards onto his desk, his hands finding their way into his hair. He loved his job, he did - but he did not like marking essays. He'd developed a new appreciation for his teachers at school and his supervisors at the reserve after about a week at Hogwarts and realising that students were never taught to how to write essays. 

He'd immediately taken that to McGonagall. 

There'd been a marked improvement since, but he still hated making the damn things. 

Yeah, he was overdue a break. 

With a sigh, Charlie shoved his chair back from his desk and got up, leaving the pile of unmarked essays for later. Without thinking much about it, he grabbed the basket of his baked goods his mother had sent over - because despite now being in his thirties, Molly Weasley would always be convinced that her second oldest son wasn't eating enough - and left his office, wandering down the corridor. 

He stopped at Camille's office and rapped on the door with his knuckles. He was close friends with her by now - he tended to hang around with the younger members of staff more often than not, finding it weird to have anything other than a professional relationship with people who'd once taught him. 

"Hey," He suck his head round the door with a cheerful grin. "Marking's killing me and Mum sent too much food again, you want some?" 

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@charlie
It had been a rather long day for Camille. Whilst teaching the first years, they'd accidentally toppled over her bookshelf. It was nice of them to help put it back, and also a way to practice their simple levitating skills, but some of them weren't in the order that she liked. She had to rearrange it before heading back to her office. It was always a struggle to teach such young wizards who were just learning the ins and outs of basic magic. She gives them the benefit of the doubt of course, it is always hard to adjust being away from your family and being shoved into a prestige school where everyone is expected to do well. She was thankful that most of her teachings were practicum, not a lot of papers to grade it was more on having to really interact with the students and observing their improvement and such. She'd heard from alot of professors that grading papers were the death of them with some students been a little below average in their writing skills. 

Camille sat on her desk and started reviewing her curriculum to figure out what to teach the next day. It was a petite office, her desk infront of a coffee table and two couches of red velvet design for lounging, One wall lined from top to bottom with a huge bookshelf filled with books, the other wall had cabinets where she kept her rolls of parchment and quills. Next to that a small table with some tea bags and some coffee.

She had been stirring her coffee when she heard a familiar voice come from her door. She lifted her head from her desk and found Charlie with a basket of baked goods. It smelled delicious. Molly Weasley makes such amazing muffins and cookies. The kind that are irresistible. She smiled at him. Camille knew Charlie, of course, and because they do hang out alot. It was probably because they were part of the younger faculty of the school. Camille put down her curriculum and smiled at him. " I think your mom sends alot of baked goods because I seem to always finish them for you." She teased. She gestured him to come in. Camille stood up and went to small table with come coffee and poured Charlie some, She brought it with her to the coffee table and sat on one of the velvet couches. "So what is it that you asked the students to write that's making your head hurt?" She smiled sipping her own coffee.