Right so in the last chapter I accidently wrote that Michael had brown hair instead of black. So very sorry for that! Also I'll be beginning a spin off story soon based on Evelyns cousin, and another of my close friends, Melissa Pyke. Please enjoy :)

The tutoring session's had, over time, got better. Michael now seemed to at least pay attention and often would ask questions about what they were doing. On Friday the 14th of October 2011, at exactly 19:07, Evelyn was packing her things away after an hour sitting with Michael going over their notes for the class. Michael's grades had gone up slightly since the sessions and Evelyn felt a small amount of pride because of that.

She was just removing her bookmark from the page they had been looking at when she noticed Michael hadn't moved. Evelyn knew that this classroom wasn't getting used after the session was done. Mr Binns had things stolen from his classroom last year and so now made sure it was locked whenever it wasn't in use. So he had trusted Evelyn with the keys so she could lock up after herself.

"What's wrong?" she stopped packing away "Are you ok Michael?"

"Yeah I just..." he looked up at her then "I don't get it"

Evelyn was now confused also. The lesson had seemed pretty clear to her and at the time Michael seemed to have understood everything that had been said. He even made some notes of his own! It was a pity he didn't focus in the real lessons as well. Then he would have a much better understanding of the subject and would have less work to do in the hour. But instead he messed around in the lessons and worked hard in tuition. What an odd and strange boy he was. She sat back down in her seat before asking him to explain what he didn't understand exactly.

"Well, why was he such a snob?" he said leaning back in his seat and placing in his feet on the table "I know it was because of their blood status, but I don't get why blood had anything to do with it! It just seemed a little stupid to me"

The lesson had been looking back at ancient times when the wizarding world had their own King or Queen separate to the Muggles one. Specifically, they were looking at the rein of King Alfred Frittage who ruled for just seven years before committing suicide. He had become king at the young age of just fourteen. He was told that if he didn't marry within the first year of his rein his crown would be past to the family of Lermot and Arianna would become the new queen.

Over the course of the year he fell in love with one of his maids called Lucille. She was described as extremely kind and beautiful. She also fell in love with him. However, she was muggleborn and therefore she was deemed inappropriate for the pureblood king. Alfred later married his cousin Georgiana who was extremely wealthy and the inventor of the famous Frittage Potion which could change rock to diamond (unfortunately it recipe has been lost over the hundreds of years).

Alfred had an affair with Lucille for almost six years. They were unfortunately caught by Georgiana who immediately told Minister of Magic, Carlos Gregory's. They believed the only way to solve the problem was to get rid of Lucille. So they imprisoned Alfred and executed Lucille for 'treason'. Alfred later committed suicide over losing his one true love and Georgiana continued her rein for another sixty years with her new husband, Nicholas Petricio.

"Well" Evelyn began to explain "Back then being pureblood was extremely important. They saw Muggleborns and Half-bloods as inferior. They believed having pureblood meant you had more magic, making you more skilled and talented in magic. At one point Muggleborns were illegal in Spain. Many were executed because of it"

"But why though!" he shouted seeming to get angry slightly about the subject "Why are purebloods a load of arrogant smeg heads! I mean, for god's sake he married his cousin! From the sounds of things Purebloods are inbreeding idiots!"

Evelyn giggled slightly. The fact that he was insulting purebloods whilst she was sitting opposite him. He probably didn't know that Evelyn was a pureblood. Most students whose parents were in politics knew of the Selwyn's but most just assumed they were just wealthy. Michael threw her a look when she giggled.

"Sorry, it's just, I'm actually a pureblood" she said "And I certainly don't want to marry any of my family members and I'd like to think that I'm not an idiot"

He looked a little awkward for a second "Oh, well, your different" he said pointing at her "You like muggle books for starters"

"I think you'll find hardly any purebloods inbreed or think Muggleborns are inferior" she reassured him "Since the times of Lord Voldemort" a shiver ran down her spine at the mention of his name "people's attitudes have changed completely. Now days, its bad news to be pureblood"

"That doesn't make sense though!" he said looking annoyed again "It shouldn't matter what blood status you have, we should all be equal!"

"And many people will agree with you on that, myself included, but there is still a small number that doesn't" Evelyn was having trouble explain this to Michael. It was like trying to explain the mind of a racist or a homophobic person. It was extremely difficult and Evelyn couldn't completely understand it herself.

Evelyn took a bobble out of her pocket and began to put her hair up when Michael spoke again. This time though it wasn't about blood status or History.

"You should keep it down" he said calmly placing his feet on top of each other "It looks pretty down"

Evelyn was stunned. He had never paid her a compliment like that. He had gone from insults to saying she has pretty hair. "No, it looks messy" she corrected him "besides; I thought you didn't like me"

"No, you didn't like me, remember" he said smirking "There are many things I like about you"

Evelyn was stunned stiff. She had suddenly forgotten how to put her hair into a ponytail. There were many things he liked! She didn't even like many things about herself. She didn't like her hair for starters and he had said it was pretty.

"Like what?" she asked putting her bobble back in her pocket and leaving her hair

"Well, you're very kind" he said looking slightly awkward "You're smart, you can be a little weird but in a good way. I like that you have your own opinions and you're not afraid to say them. I also like how you give up your time to teach thick people like me history"

Evelyn blushed. Smart, kind...these were not words that Evelyn would normally use to describe herself. Was he being honest or was he just trying to get her to like him still? She did have a better opinion of him than she did at the start of the year but she still thought he was a moron. She thanked him.

"Right, well, I told you what I like about you" he said leaning in looking excited "Now it's your turn"

"Er, well" Evelyn paused for a moment to think "Well you have a good sense of humour, even if it can be mean sometimes. I wish I could play Quidditch as good as you! You're obviously not shy around people, and...I too like your hair"

"My hair?" he said rubbing his hand through his curly black locks "I guess it is pretty amazing, just like the rest of me"

"Well, can your amazing hair hurry up?" she said getting up "I can't leave until you have"

He got up and began to leave but stopped in the doorway. "Thanks for these sessions by the way" he said before turning left down the corridor and leaving Evelyn to lock up.