Charms! Third Year

Casey looked at him, flabbergasted. "You've been coughing up blood for weeks? And you never told anyone? It can be fixed, it had to be able to be fixed..." She trailed off. Truthfully, she had little experience with demons of any kind. "It has to be able to be fixe," she repeated with a conviction she didn't feel.

Jamie watched a fellow Slytherin fall into class and then had a conversation with Casey. Jamie then watched her mother come in and save the day. Jamie rolled her eyes and leaned back a little. Jamie raised her hand. "Can we get on with the lesson, professor" Jamie looked at her with a glint in her eyes.

alex staggers back into the room coughing into a rag "im sorry for my impudence." he glaces at jamie and drops a note onto her desk. it reads :"Dear Jamie< Meet Me by the lake... i wanna talk -Alexander."

Chance listened to the Professor, nodding as she spoke. However, a Slytherin boy he vaguely recognized stumbled into the room.

Chance rolled his eyes and watched the kid, realizing who it was. The kid who looks like he just crawled out of a dumpster full of glass and was always trying to be the center of attention.

Turning back to the front of the class, he drummed his fingers on his desk, waiting for the practical part of the lesson to start. He ignored the frantic cries of Casey and just hoped the kid would stop distracting everyone soon.

Jamie watched as Alexander talked then was a little startled when he wrote a note and placed it on her desk. Jamie picked it up and read it. She sighed but nodded her head at him. If he wanted to talk to her so bad she would talk. Jamie placed the note in her pocket. Jamie waited for her mom to begin the class.

Lenora nodded. "Okay, today we will be doing that spell. Um, Miss Gilbert, I would like it if you were to come up here and aim your wand to pipe and say Carpe Retractum" Lenora gestured to her student to do this task.

Alexander smiles at jamie and sits. he looks at chance out of the corner of his eye with sort of a warning glare. he causes a silver rose to appear in his hand and lays it on the desk. a technique taught to him by his mother. it made him think of her. she had always been such a kind woman she hadnt deserved to have her life ripped away from her. Alexander lets out a quiet sigh and opens his textbook.