Second chapter. The light had gone off for a few.
I made up some story as I stared at the small hole above the board. Evil scheme forming in likewise head…
I bounced to the Marauders.
"Do you see the fairies?"
"What fairies?"
"The ones which live above McGonagall's Board."
"Um…"
"Only really creative people can see them, it's okay if you can't! it just means your not creative!"
"Yeah just means that"
"Well, gay people can't see them either…"
"ALICE!"
"YOU CAN'T SEE THEM!"