Jacob grumbled under his breath, why couldn't the gloves be red, or orange, or blue..... Or pink. Pink would have been good.

But Jacob waked to the circle and held Emily's hand and whoever elses'. An expression of complete disgust was etched onto his face. But he didn't want to be left behind. He liked this class... It wouldn't be fair, and he needed it for OWLs.

Happy now, professor? Making Jacob uncomfortable...