My Deal with a 7th Year

Part Six

My last class of the day was Charms. It was one of my favorite classes since professor Flitwick was the teacher. I also did pretty well in it.

I walked in and all seemed to be going well, and I ended up sitting next to Hermione which made it even better. I told her all about my day, but I left out the part about George. I didn't know if he was okay with me telling her or not so I figured I would leave it to him to tell who he wanted to.

About half way through class, professor Snape walked in, followed by a very wide-eyed Mattheo. He looked almost worried, which I was super confused about.

Flitwick stopped his lesson and asked Snape what he wanted.

"Well as you see here, Filius. Mr Riddle," Mattheo looked down as Snape said his name, "Has not been properly trained on most skills to do with our classes."

I looked over at Hermione and whispered, "I feel like this should be something he says privately."

Hermione looked at me and made a face almost like a smirk, but not quite, "protecting your little transfiguration buddy again?"

I give her a look and focus back on the front, not realizing I missed some of the conversation.

"—starting with charms. Most of his skills are as of a 5th or 6th year, so is there any way he can join this very class? His request."

Flitwick maintained a smile through the whole thing, "Why of course! Why of course!"

He seemed too excited as he climbed down from his stool. That's one thing I love about Flitwick. He was always stoked about any new student that walked through his door.

He scanned the room, looking for something, "How about... Dean can you move next to Megan, Shawn over to Lizzy, Neville can you move to that empty seat over there, and... Hermione next to Neville."

Hermione started packing up her stuff, and I looked around the room as everyone began moving to their new seat. I scanned the room and began to realize that the open seat was now going to be next to me. My eyes widened and shot around the room.

I looked up at Hermione and sent a 'help me' look.

Once she realized what was happening she shook her head and pursed her lips, hiding a laugh. She moved about two seats behind me and once everyone got situated I crossed my fingers he'd choose another empty seat in the class.

Flitwick's eyes landed back on Mattheo, who was looking right at me, "Mr. Riddle you can take a seat next to our top student from last year."

The Professor walked right up to me and patted the seat next to me, "I'm sure ms. l/n can help you with anything you need."

Mattheo swallowed, resuming his 'too cool for anything' attitude, "Thank you, Professor."

Flitwick walked back up to the front of the class while Mattheo set his books down. In a sarcastic tone, He whispered to me, "Top student, huh? What a privilege."

I rolled my eyes, putting my head down on the table on top of my crossed arms, not saying anything. From two seats back I hear Hermione snort as soon as I did, knowing she saw the whole thing.

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