The alarm rang, clear and loud. Welp that was one blissful hour of fun. We grabbed shit, adjusted for charms, and ran in the hallway, racing each other. Watch me defeat him spectacularly.

I ran into the classroom, pulled out a chair violently and sat, placing my water bottle on the seat next to me.

Mattheo came running and swiped my water bottle, as it crashed down, spilling water, and sat down with slight violence.

I looked around at my classmates, whose facial expressions clearly signified that they labelled us as psychos.

Oh well.

"Nothing to see here," Theo announced.

"Except a loser who runs like a girl," I announced louder, snickering.

I cleaned up the water with a swipe just as Flitwick entered the room.

"Good morning class," Flitwick squeaked, "today we'll be learning how to summon fire in jars. It's quite a simple spell that you will be able to commit to easily."

"Fire?" Theo whispered, sounding almost scared.

"You couldn't be afraid of a couple of matches, could you, son of Voldemort?" I asked teasing, knowing he wasn't scared.

"Me?" He scoffed, as Flitwick continued giving instructions, writing them on the board with his wand, "Scared? Polar opposites, they don't go together." He scoffed yet again, rolling his eyes.

Thank the gods.

"I'm really good at this so we're going to be let off early again if we're partners," I whispered changing the topic, glad that we were summoning fires in jars.

"Fantastic." He replied.

"I'll grab a jar," I said audibly, getting up.

"Nopes-nope," Mattheo declared getting up, and using my shoulders and his height to make me sit down.

"You got the jar last time," I protested.

"Because I'm a gentleman," he said stating it as if he were saying a normal fact that everyone can see like the fact that he's totally whipped.

Or maybe I'm overthinking, or perhaps it's my self-esteem. Shit higher than Mount Everest.

He jogged up holding the jar.

"Look," I said, deciding that I was going to pass instructions and that was that, "I'll screw the top on and you do the whole Incendio thing because trust me."

"I thought you were the one good at this thing?" He questioned.

"I'll pass a non-verbal spell from the side; you just pretend to do it." I explained.

He shrugged and gestured at the jar. I unscrewed the jar, holding up three fingers.

Giving me vu. I let each of them down slowly as Mattheo said, "Ilcendio," winking making sure he got it wrong.

I channelled the flames from inside me, taking in a deep breath as I closed my eyes and let the air out slowly.

I screwed the lid as fast as I could and then opened my eyes.

"You have got to teach me that!" Mattheo exclaimed, in a low voice somehow.

"Stick to incendio for now, dude," I smiled weakly, hoping that I could walk after that.

"You look pale, you okay man?" He confirmed.

"Uh-huh, just like I need a nap," I replied, resting my head on my book, burying my face in my arms.

"I'll submit this, let's get you to the dorm." He nodded at me, standing up and resting his knuckles against my forehead.

"Uh-huh," I murmured, unsure what was happening, as I closed my eyes and felt his knuckles leave my forehead.

I woke in my room wrapped in blankets.

I sat up, remembering class, I had 'Care of magical creatures', didn't I?

"Lay your dumb ass back down you stupid idiot," a voice came from the bed in front of my feet in my room. (Refer to the photos on Wattpad if you need to.)

Theo got up and sat in front of me on my bed, near my feet, "You were out for about half an hour, why'd you pull that fire move?"

"Well," I paused, "for one we'd get a free period."

"And for point two?" Theo countered raising an eyebrow, "You're not going to class and neither am I, you are literally burning up."

"No, I'm not," I defended, taking a complete guess, crossing my toes that I wasn't.

"Is that so?" Mattheo chuckled dryly. He leaned down, opening up a drawer, "Here's a thermometer, Via. Let's just check, shall we?"

I gulped, nodding, and leaned forward, as he turned it on and poked my tongue with it. I chewed the rubbery end, as he let go of the thermometer, my mouth holding the thermometer now. I leaned back.

It beeped and Theo moved forward, grabbing the thermometer. "Ah-hah!" Theo exclaimed.

"103.7 degrees Fahrenheit." He claimed victoriously. Then the realisation hit him.

"Oh, wow, that's dreadful, cant 104 degrees kill you or something?" He questioned.

"Yep, life-threatening."

"Fuck it, man. Puh-lease do not ever do anything like that again."