"Why? I actually have somewhere to be, don't you understand?" Ginny was walking alongside a tallish looking man, looking highly upset.
"Listen, I'm sorry Professor Weasley, but Minerva is sick and we need someone to cover detention tonight." The man explained, raising his eyebrows at her.
Ginny scowled at him, "You don't seem to get it, Headmaster, I have a child who's waiting for me to get home. I have a family to get to! Make someone else do it!" The two of them stopped outside of a door and Ginny stomped her foot angrily.
"I can't Professor. You are the only one available tonight. I'm sorry." He didn't look sorry at all.
Ginny growled angrily, "Yeah, I bet you are." She muttered, turning her back on him and going through the door. She flopped herself down at the desk, crossing her arms like an angry teenager. The clock struck 5, the end of the days classes. Students would be arriving for detention any moment.
Ginny pout her head down on the desk, hiding her angry, flushed face. It was so stupid. Just because she refused to become a full time teacher, the stupid headmaster kept giving her a rough time. She just wanted to go home to her son, to Xaver.
She did not want to do detention duty at the moment.