# 28 Timeturner

Lee lay on the ground, legs sprawled at a particularly unpleasant angle, arms in disarray, and face and nose pressed up against the hairy, dust bunny-covered carpet. He was aware of the laughter, and true, given any other time he would have laughed too, pretending that he had really seen Fred’s broomstick, and had tripped accidently-on-purposely.

But one teeny factor was changing all that:

Angelina was there. He still didn’t know why it really mattered. But the fact remained that he was embarrassed. He lay cursing Fred and his broomstick.

“Where’s a time turner when you need one?” he moaned.