Binns is droning about the Goblin Wars, and I feel like falling asleep. A quick glance around the room tells me that I’m not the only one—even Lily Evan has given up.

A piece of parchment appears in front of me, and I blink. The writing is cursive, but the letters are round and feminine—and familiar.

Need a favour, Remmy. Will you help me?

Remmy. I’ve told Alice Hitchens to not call me that more times than I can count.

I reply with a question mark and send it back.

Next to me, she giggles and I sigh.