• WRITTEN WARNINGS •
Draco yawned as he leaned his cheek against his palm, as he watched Binns float around the room, droning on about wars, when a note suddenly hit him on his head. He reached for the piece of paper and rolled his eyes.
Quit staring at my sister Ferret
The blonde scribbled down a reply before folding the paper into a plane and launching it towards King Weasel.
She’s not even in this class
Ron scoffed as his quill scratched against the parchment before he tossed it onto Draco’s head and headed out of the room.
You know what I mean.