SIMON
"Simon!" Penny shouts as she takes her seat next to me. Agatha and I both turn to look at her, waiting for what news she's got today. She must've run here (she's all out of breath).
"Simon! I heard there's going to be a transfer student! And better yet, she's from America! I wonder if she's from the same part of the country as Micah! Ooooh I can't wait to meet her!" My best friend shouts in excitement.
"Wait, how do you know they're a she?" Agatha asks her.
"Better yet," I challenge, "how do you know about any of this?"
"Oh, you know I have my methods," Penny waves her hand at me. "But I hear she's going to be your new roommate, Agatha!"
Of course. Agatha hasn't had a roommate since halfway through last year when her old roommate "mysteriously" lost her voice. (Though I know Baz did something to her. The prick.)
Agatha looks mortified, as if Penny just told her she grew the world's largest pimple right on her nose.
"Penelope, you can't be certain!" Agatha gasps.
"Oh but I am," Penny shoots back, waggling her eyebrows.
I wonder how Penny always seems to have the first dish on all the gossip. (Just like how I wonder how she manages to get through the wards at Murmurs Hall all the time.)
"Well then, if you know so much, when does she start?" Agatha crosses her arms over her chest.
"She'll be here in two days' time to finish registering with the Mage, and she'll begin classes right before lunch. Honestly I don't know why the Mage just wouldn't let her start after lunch." Penny rolls her eyes.
"Maybe," I say whilst caking butter onto my scone, "the Mage wants her to have an opportunity to meet people first so she has somebody to sit with at lunch."
Penelope looks thoughtful at this new idea.
"You might be onto something, Simon. I mean, what would you have done if I hadn't talked to you when we were first years?" She laughs.
"Hm, that's a good question. Probably ate lunch alone until about two years ago." That's when Agatha and I started dating. We were fourth years at that time. She'd been my first girlfriend, and I'd wanted her since the day I first saw her.
Penny, on the other hand, had approached me at the brginning of first year. She'd been my first friend. (Not that she gave me much of a choice on the matter. And I'd almost blew my first shot at having a friend by thinking she couldn't be named Penelope.)
Agatha looks at me and smiles, knowing I was talking about her. She'd actually been the one to ask me out. And to imagine I was quite flustered over it. I still don't know what she sees in me, I'm just happy that she does.
