Now Reed, Noah, Kate, Luke and I are sitting in history class. Ms Brown is teaching us about, I have no idea since I am not even listening. What is the point of studying the past if the information is not even useful in the future? What? While we are guessing how many tomatoes we have to add for soup, we will be thinking about Hitler?
Noah was trying to float the feather before him with a stick while muttering, ‘wingardium leviosa.’ I roll my eyes.
“Mr Anderson.” Ms Brown calls Noah. But Noah did not hear her and, she tries two more times.
“Mr ANDERSON.” she finally snaps. Noah gets startled and falls off the chair, and the class erupts into laughter. Noah clumsily stands up and straightens his shirt.
“Wingardium leviosa?" he asks, and I chuckle but disguise it as a cough.
“Pardon
