Frustrated with myself, I scrawl my name on the bottom of the parchment Tyler gave me. I'm almost positive that I got everything right. I sigh and stand up, making my way towards Flitwick's desk. He glances up when he hears my footsteps, and when he recognizes me, he lets out a squeaky laugh.

"Ms. Moore. You have managed to finish my mid-term exam, although you were 13 minutes and 47 seconds late. You have 57 minutes left. It would be a wonderful time to explain to me why you were late." He looks at me expectantly. 

"Um, well, I just..." I look out the window. Storm clouds are gathering. Looks like rain.

"I'm waiting, Ms. Moore," he says huffily. I don't answer.

"Very well. Since you cannot explain to me verbally, you will write me a 3 foot essay about why you were late, in great detail.  You will also explain to me the importance of being on time. Have it to me first thing tomorrow morning- lets say 9 o'clock sharp. I'm sorry to be so strict, Ms. Moore, but I want to nip this habit in the bud. Next thing you know, you'll be skipping class!" He chuckled to himself. "Now, tut tut! Off with you! I have exams to grade." He returns to his piles of parchment, nodding and making little check marks, or biting his lip and making a small dash. 

I walk away slowly. How embarrassing. How will I explain to Flitwick that I met a gorgeous, sexy, hunk of a guy? I close my eyes, remembering that he called me gorgeous. Am I? I have long, thick, blonde hair that runs down to my butt. My eyes are green. I have a nice nose, I guess. And some freckles sprinkled across it. My skin is nice, too. I imagine Tyler running his hands through my hair, reaching my pantline... a shiver passes through me.

"Stop!" I say. Uh-oh.

I hear giggles. Everyone looks at me, and blood rushes to my face. God. 

I sit heavily in my seat. I resolve not to think of Tyler. I can't like him and I won't. He probably likes some girl like Jesse, or Una. The beautiful girls who always know the right thing to do and say.