There was always more paperwork. David pushed a stack of midterm essays off to the side, only half graded, and leaned back in his chair. He wanted to put his feet up on the desk, but it was His desk, so he didn't, out of respect. Dr. Cullen may have been dead and gone for, what was it, twelve years? Train of thought derailed, David blew out a long exhalation between his teeth. Twelve years.

Of course, he'd only been interim headmaster at Cullen's since Daniels had gone on extended sabbatical, so... four months. He was still teaching English to the juniors and seniors, and the added responsibilities weren't outside of his wheelhouse, there just never seemed to be enough time in the day.

David Stevenson groaned and rubbed his temples, a headache beginning to form behind his eyes. He'd been trying to quit caffeine but on the second day he always got a blistering headache that sent him back into a coffee cup. He should probably stop trying to quit - it made him feel weak willed that he kept failing. He pushed his chair back from the desk, wheels rolling smoothly until it bumped down off the back of the rug, and got to his feet. He had a meeting later that night with... he caught a glance at the clock on the wall and sighed. Time had gotten away from him again, and he'd graded through dinner.

There was a knock at the door. "Come in," he called, glad for a distraction.