"To act upon bullies is to become a bully …" The professor drawled in a sleepy voice. Viktor wasn't paying any attention though; he was more interested in the brunette two tables down. She had a plaid in her hair today, which shone in the bright sunlight coming in through the windows. As the professor drawled on the philosophy of Bullying, he began to imagine himself taking her for a ride on his broom; the wind rushing through her hair, her smile reflecting off her glasses as she turned and…

He found himself in the classroom, everyone staring at him.