CATCHING A WIZARDONE
My feet pound against the floor as I half-run all the way to the classroom. I'm already late, but that doesn't mean I couldn't save it. I spent too much time playing with Mona's kittens, and not enough preparing for my night class. I burst through the door, my face no doubt so red it clashes with my hair. Professor Phillips raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. It's such a difference from our witch and warlock teachers. They call us out when we arrive late. I don't look at Heath as I sit down in my seat. It's been weeks and he still won't talk to me, even when he should for class. And every damned time it breaks my heart. We may only have been out on a couple of dates, but apparently that's enough to have my heart beating overtime and make me desperate to win h
