"Ciara, come on. We have potions!" Demelza said, trying to get the girl's attention.
"Mel, she's reading about quidditch." Mikey said to the girl.
"You should probably know by now that it takes something special to get her to stop." James agreed.
Demelza sighed as Mikey knocked a glass of pumpkin juice towards Ciara's magazine. She jerked it out of the way and then looked up at her friends.
"What am I about to make us late for?"
