Draco Malfoy ran a hand through his hair, being the Potions professor, Scorpius's father and Astoria's ex-husband were the hardest things that had ever happened to him.
At least that's what he thought.
Minerva McGonagall, the headmistress of Hogwarts, who had taken him under her wing when he began teaching two years earlier, had informed him that he would be expected to mentor the new
Divination
professor, as Sybill Trelawney had, finally, just retired.
The new professor hadn't taught at Hogwarts, so her main job was to show her around the school. For newcomers, Hogwarts was definitely no joke.
Minerva had told him that she was young, that she was a little younger than him and that she was a serious person, not like Sibyl.
He didn't believe her, Draco never believed that woman, and above all, Draco absolutely didn't believe the
Divination
teachers, there was no stupider branch and he even had to act as her nanny.
It was even cold outside the gate waiting for her, and she was late, who knows, maybe she had foreseen it.
Annoyed, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. When he saw her arrive, he didn't even lift his name from the parchment with his credentials, careful not to make any gaffes.
"Good evening, I'm Draco Malfoy, the Potions teacher. From now until you need me, I'll be your contact. Just ask me if you have any questions."