“You w-wouldn’t have the h-homework from charms class, w-would you?” The blonde hufflepuff asked nervously, usually she just stayed in the back of the class and watched and learned quietly, only talking to a few people in that class since she didn’t know that many people.
Her question was enough to get a smile from him– if she had any clue who he was, she would understand what was so funny about that. “Y'don’t think I actually take notes, do you? I mean– .. look, it’s probably better you ask Hermione for that kind of stuff. She’s the know-it-all, bushy hair, you’ll see her, I’m sure of it.”
Her question was enough to get a smile from him– if she had any clue who he was, she would understand what was so funny...
