Dark arts: Lesson Two: ALL AGES

"We'll be having a Quidditch game today, class," Tyler said coolly, without further explanation.

"Cool. As long as nobody dies.." She said angrily, glaring straight into the eyes of the professor.

"Quidditch?" Victoria repeated, dumbstruck.

And here I was thinking we'd be doing something dark and evil but...QUIDDITCH?

"May i ask why we're doing Quidditch in a Dark Arts class?"

Riley asked raising an eyebrow.

Tyler rolled his eyes. "Just kidding. Carver, Ragan, Birmingham, Omri, Lepiski, and Twain, up front. Now."

Why?

Those three letters pounded through his head as Logan got up and walked slowly to the front of the classroom.

He stared at Morgan's narrowed, sneering eyes.

Whatever it was, it was bound to be heck for all of them.

Riley gave Logan a worried glance but walked up quietly, glaring at the professor and muttering I hate you under her breath.

Max walk slowly to the front.

She was a complete wreck inside.

What was Tyler Morgan going to do to them?

Victoria blinked and stood, walking up to the front with her friends.

Riley gave Victoria a glance and mouthed, We all deserve to die. Tell you why Mrs. Lovett, Tell you why.

"Professor Morgan," Riley said breaking the silence, "What is it we're actually doing?"

Adriana walked up to the front of the class and stood by her friends.

Christopher walked up the the front of the room, looking around, unsure.

What the heck? he wondered, staring straight ahead.

"Good. Now pair up," Tyler snapped, tapping his wand on his knee.

Riley shrugged and instinctively walked over to Victoria.

"Wanna pair up?" She asked quietly.

Victoria nodded silently.

Pair up...for what? Why is he doing this to us?

Logan glanced around.

Why? Why pair us up?

He walked over to Christopher.

"Partners?" Logan muttered.

Stepping into the classroom late, Azra noticed that pretty much everybody was paired up. Sighing, she joined the rest of them, hoping somebody didn't have a partner or wouldn't mind an extra person joining them.

Walking late into the classroom, it seemed as though everybody was paired up, except for him. And maybe the girl at the end of the line, walking towards her he smiled. "Do you already have a partner?" he asked, running a hand through his hair.

She heard a voice, and Azra turned her head to realise that somebody had come into the lesson even later than her. "Adam," she smiled. "Sure, I haven't got a partner, you can be mine,"

"Thanks," he smiled, running a hand through his hair. "Azra, what exactly are we doing?" he asked, confused as to what they were doing in the lesson.