★ wannabe historian ★ Baekry 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts
It was time for DADA class, which meant time for Tyler to cut class again.
Casually walking towards a corridor, Tyler heard footsteps and hid behind a statue. A red-head person had walked by.
Lucy. Uh-oh.
Ty tried to be quiet but a book slipped out his hand, which made Lucy turn around. “Tyler Way! Why aren’t you in DADA?!” she yelled. Tyler tried running, but Lucy was too fast. “You’re going to class right now!” She dragged him along. “Ahhhh! Let go of me! I wanna see the rest of my days!” Ty yelled and tried to crawl away.
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