Josh
My lecture ends and the great migration of students begins, with the vibrations of hundreds of feet pounding down the stairs between the rickety lecture benches impossible to ignore.
I check my phone, but don"t find any messages, which isn"t surprising. Most of my flatmates are busy with their own schedules, but I need something to do while I wait for the worst of the stampede to pass. Sometimes, it"s frustrating having to always wait for last, but I learned from experience that trying to leave the lecture halls while everyone else is doing the same only ends badly for me.
I pull out my wand and quickly cast a few spells over myself to give me an extra moment"s warning in case I"m going to run into someone accidentally. They"re not foolproof, but anything that gives me a slight adv
