Grindylows, Grindylows, Grindylows. If only Millie could remember if she had finished the required reading that talked about Grindylows. She certainly remembered seeing the terrifying face in the illustration of the textbook, wild hair waving around a split, sharp-toothed maw. The same shudder rippled down her spine as it had last night, when the young lady had strategically placed the cover of her novel over the hideous creature staring back at her from the pages.
To her terror today, Millie realized she had never moved the book to read the section on Grindylows after all.
The expression on her face darkened, looking down sourly at her desk. She couldn't see through it, or the bag underneath, but Millie knew A Muggle in Wizard Merlin's Court was still in somewhere in there. Her shoulders slumped with a sigh, and she looked up, wishing someone else would have the answer ready.
Lucky for her, someone did. A fifth year sitting ahead of her, she didn't know the names of most upperclassmen in her OWL classes yet, had his hand raised. And, the young lady noted, the textbook out on his desk. Well, good for him, Millie thought dourly, only wishing she had thought of it first somehow. A quick peak in the right section would have made her look a little better in front of Professor Lissington.
Then maybe he would shine that flashy smile on her.
The young lady's cheeks burned, and she cast her eyes away for propriety's sake. On that note, another student was talking out of turn, and Millie cast her hot glare his way. He could have at least raised a hand first to act like it mattered at all. Millie, herself, didn't always like raising hers and drawing the attention of the whole class. Still, it was the least someone could do to help a professor keep order in their class.
"Why would you want a beast like that in class here, Mr. Fletcher?" She blurted out at the disruptive Gryffindor boy. At once, Millie cast her eyes back down to her desk again, the muscles in her legs pulled taut while she pressed her lips together in abashed silence. A thumb traced the inside of the silver chain on her neck, fidgeting nervously and wishing the professor would just call on the fifth year with his hand raised.
He clearly had a better answer than she did.
To her terror today, Millie realized she had never moved the book to read the section on Grindylows after all.
The expression on her face darkened, looking down sourly at her desk. She couldn't see through it, or the bag underneath, but Millie knew A Muggle in Wizard Merlin's Court was still in somewhere in there. Her shoulders slumped with a sigh, and she looked up, wishing someone else would have the answer ready.
Lucky for her, someone did. A fifth year sitting ahead of her, she didn't know the names of most upperclassmen in her OWL classes yet, had his hand raised. And, the young lady noted, the textbook out on his desk. Well, good for him, Millie thought dourly, only wishing she had thought of it first somehow. A quick peak in the right section would have made her look a little better in front of Professor Lissington.
Then maybe he would shine that flashy smile on her.
The young lady's cheeks burned, and she cast her eyes away for propriety's sake. On that note, another student was talking out of turn, and Millie cast her hot glare his way. He could have at least raised a hand first to act like it mattered at all. Millie, herself, didn't always like raising hers and drawing the attention of the whole class. Still, it was the least someone could do to help a professor keep order in their class.
"Why would you want a beast like that in class here, Mr. Fletcher?" She blurted out at the disruptive Gryffindor boy. At once, Millie cast her eyes back down to her desk again, the muscles in her legs pulled taut while she pressed her lips together in abashed silence. A thumb traced the inside of the silver chain on her neck, fidgeting nervously and wishing the professor would just call on the fifth year with his hand raised.
He clearly had a better answer than she did.
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