Grim Lover #11 - History of Magic
I stare at the blank page in front of me, twirling my quill between my fingers. A yawn escapes my lips. I look at my watch for twenty-ninth time.
Sigh.
No time has gone by.
"Hey, Harry," Ron hisses next to me.
"What?," I hiss back, although there's no need. Professor Binns wouldn't notice a thunderstorm breaking out in his classroom.
"Bet you can't throw a paper aeroplane through his head," Ron whispers. I accept the bet, take some parchment and make an aeroplane.
I aim, I shoot - and the plane sails through his right leg. Binns doesn't notice. |