41. Scourgify

“And never forget to clean your cauldrons before you use them,” said Professor Culloden as he directly glanced at a couple of first years. The class nodded silently and the Professor moved on to explain some more concepts that they would be learning later in that lesson.

Blue eyes glazing over, Simon stared at the syllabus in front of him and yawned. He had stayed up way too late the previous night hanging out with the gorgeous CB and it was becoming more difficult to focus. She had such a lovely laugh. He lazily rested his chin on his hand and began dozing off.

POKE.

“WOAH!” he cried all of a sudden as he jumped into the air slightly. Agatha had poked him right in his stomach. No one poked him the stomach. Not even Ethan or Zander or Grayson! He gave her a quick glare and she simply shrugged her shoulders at him. “Why’d you do that?” he whispered to her.

She smirked and twirled a strand of her lovely honey coloured hair. “I was tyring to be helpful you know. You looked as if you were daydreaming about something.”

His cheeks coloured bright red. “Daydreaming?” Cue voice crack.