Wicked- a Bastille and Harry Potter fanfic

~History of Magic~

It's History of Magic time. The lesson I look forward to the most. Not because Mr. Ghost (I'm bad at remembering names okay, and he obviously is a ghost so don't blame me) is such a good teacher, it's the opposite actually, but because it's the only lesson we got together with Gryffindor, which means I can see Kyle again. Yes, we kept in touch as much as possible. All four of us. I'm looking forward to mess around with Kyle again this lesson.

But today is different. The lesson didn't even start properly yet- all that's written on the board is a capital H- or the headmaster stood next to me. "Dan, can you come with me please?" Feeling everyone's eyes on my back I follow my uncle. All of them guessing what I did, and what my detention will be. But that's the whole point: I didn't do anything wrong....