I doodled on a spare blank page of my spiral notebook, listening to Mrs. Crabtree read from a thin book. It was a very riveting part. The protagonist and her friend were being robbed by bandits. This was why you should never traverse the woods alone. From the corner of my eye, something white whizzed by. It was a wadded up paper ball. Dudley threw another. It bounced off the back of Harry's head. Piers tried to stifle his laughter. But Harry didn't retaliate because he knew Dudley was looking for that kind of reaction. Instead he remained face forward, listening to the story, ignoring his cousin. Dudley threw another wadded up paper ball. Unfortunately for him, Mrs. Crabtree looked up from her book at that moment.
"Mr. Dursely, detention for disrupting the class," she said.
Dudley fumbled for an excuse, to pin the blame on someone else.
"Do I need to repeat myself?" she said.
Dudley slumped in his seat, sulking.
Harry tried to smother his smile. A faint smile grew on my own face. No one would believe that Dudley Dursely, the biggest bully at school, had just been caught red handed throwing wadded up paper balls at his cousin during class. It was something you had to see.
