Feeling pretty confident and fully hydrated, the short Hufflepuff skip-stepped back into the classroom, ready to practice some more.
Or not.
Eyes bulging, Wesley took one look at the scary weapons held by the armor men and automatically turned around so she could run away.
Except. Except she was in class. And they were going to win the House Cup this year, which meant she couldn't leave and get in trouble. And Professor Truebridge was officially back now too, which meant she shouldn't leave because it might hurt his feelings. Which meant she had to stay.
Dark eyes running over the accumulating crowd, Wesley tried to find one of the Prefects. Because Prefect = safe.
But Sarah and Torin hadn't come back yet. So Wesley picked the next best thing.
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Ryder followed the rest of the students back into the second half of the lesson. He went to sit in the bleachers and save a seat for Sarah.
Sarah's boyfriend.
Plopping down in the conveniently empty spot next to him, Wesley gave Ryder a big grin. Now that the idea of Sarah kissing him wasn't so disgusting, she kinda thought he was neat.