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Noelle – lol, yeah you're not supposed to, but hey, thanks and here's the latest.
"Ms. Ross," Professor McGonagall called out to me, but I was still deep in thought. "Ms. Ross, if you'd like to return to my class," she said sternly.
My head snapped up and my eyes widened as I saw that the entire class was staring at me. I was blushing, the red hot fever spreading across my face as I fought terribly to keep it from my neck and also control the lump rising in my throat, but that could have been puke too.
I don't think it would have mattered to me much that all the Gryffies were staring, McGonagall was glaring over her glasses and Ruby was turned fully in her seat to smirk at me, all while I sat still thinking that if I don't move, they won't see me.
Hmm… I think this about worked until he turned around. I would've been fine if Marcus had sat forward and laughed at me, but him turning and looking at me, sympathetically?
Whoa, Flint, sympathetic? I blinked, no wait, that was my imaginary Marcus who was currently sweeping me off my feet and flying me out of here on his Nimbus 2001, The real Marcus was smirking, that's more like it.
"Ms. Ross, are you going to answer my question?" McGonagall asked catching my attention once again.
"Uh," my throat was dry. "Can you repeat the question?" I swallowed and bit the inside of my cheek.
"I repeated it three times already."
Bitch.The class snickered and the Gryffies were containing themselves fromleaping from their seatsat the thought of revenge on me. I looked down at my notes, hoping for a clue from Kelly. Nope. But "Flimagus SWiSh and FLicK was circled in stars and snitches in my scratchy style. "Uh, swish and flick movement with the Flamingar spell?"
"Correct," she said simply and continued with the class.
I rolled my eyes, off the hook and picked up my quill to begin doodling again. Everyone had finally turned back around and I was left to myself.
Kelly, who was sitting next to me, tapped my desk and I looked up and over to her quickly. She gave me a quick thumbs up and then passed me a small note, I unfolded it slowly so not to crinkle the paper and read it to myself, 'What? Off daydreaming about the Troll again are we?'
I scribbled a quick response and flipped it back to her, 'Two words: Sod Off. Besides, they're my naked shower fantasies, not yours,' I added with a smirk. She was squirming, now gagging, Ha, I loved those reactions.