I offered George my leather jacket to at least cover his down section; we talked for a bit before he scented the air and told me that Bonfire was around; a few minutes later, Bonfire was seen with a book in hand that I had never seen before; "how can you be a teacher and you're late to class?" I remarked mockingly, knowing Bonfire always has a retort. "And why is my student with a naked boy? ugh don't tell me," he muttered, shifting his gaze from me to George.
George's laughing filled the air, "Oh, please, he's so not my type." I raised a brow, "Not your type?" But am attractive," Bonfire smiled as he watched the two boys dispute on whether Jackson was George-type or not.
"Enough with your couple banter, let's finish your final lesson so we'll know what type of witch you are; don't be af
