Penelope:
"Oh, for crying out loud, Simon!" I say, watching him sip his plain black coffee and stare at the same employee as last week.
"Sorry, sorry!" Simon says, raising his hands in surrender. "It's just really driving me crazy that I can't figure out why I recognize him!"
I sigh in defeat. "If it'll make you stop staring at him and actually focus, I'll tell you… Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. He's in our history class. There are a lot of people in that class, and he's usually pretty quiet, so I can understand why you haven't noticed him again, but there you have it. You know him because he's in that class with us. The same class we need to finish this project for," I finish pointedly.
"Huh. Really?" Simon asks. "You'd think I'd notice someone that evil-looking in class."
I laugh. "Just because he has slicked-back black hair doesn't mean he's evil, Simon."
"He looks like he is, though, and I always catch him sneering at me when we're here. Even his name is evil! What kind of normal person has a name that long, that sounds like it was stolen from one of Shakespeare's plays?"
"Someone with parents who like classical names?" I suggest, amused. "Now that the mystery's been solved, can we please get back to work?"
"Right, sorry." Simon readjusts how he's sitting, picks up his pencil, and forces his eyes away back to the assignment.