N.E.W.T. - Lesson 3

[Caleb Walker]

Caleb wasn't exactly worried about being late for this class. Something just irked him about Griffiths and if he waltzed in late, so be it. Coming around the corner of the hall, Caleb adjusted the strap of his book bag on his shoulder, not paying attention to the rest of the hallway. But when the Hufflepuff boy glanced up, he noticed a familiar face. It was only sort of familiar, because the smile that was usually present wasn't on it today. Caleb raised a curious and worried eyebrow as he got closer to Felicity who was just leaving the room he was about to go into.

"Hey," Caleb called to the girl, stepping slightly in front of her, "Are you alright?" She didn't look like she was in the best shape and it worried Caleb even more. From what he knew of the girl, she was fairly happy all the time and to see her like this wasn't an everyday thing. He didn't like it when his friends were upset and he wanted to help the girl in any way he could. If she'd let him.

[Felicity Hjort]

((wow...totally forgot >.<))

Determined to go somewhere, anywhere away from this particular class, Felicity kept her eyes lowered and her head down, making her way...somewhere. The sudden appearance of the voice and the physical body in front of her made her stop short, glancing up and once more to make sure it was who she thought it was.

"I'm fine," Felicity answered through strained words. She was fine, the man hadn't done anything, no threats, she just didn't like him, his class, or anything about it. "I'm just...I..." why couldn't she be a good liar and just say she forgot something? Unfortunately, it wasn't in her, especially to a friend of hers. "I just can't be in there. I have to go, somewhere, just not that class."

That man, he was just...she couldn't even think of how to say it. It wasn't right, how rude he was, angry, disturbing. The blonde couldn't stand him and if her dad found out she wasn't attending the class again, he'd say something more to her than he all ready had.

[Lucas Smith]

History was just another class to Lucas. It was something he was good at because he liked to read. If he'd hated reading, this class would have been infinitely more difficult to bear, but he would bury his head in the text and tune everything else out. It was a plan that had worked so far and he would stick to it.

Lucas turned the corner, walking lazily to the class, knowing he'd still make it on time. But as he rounded the hall, he noticed two familiar faces standing in the hall. From the back, he could tell it was Caleb as his voice drifted down the empty corridor and Lucas could see Felicity head-on. She looked a little irritated about something, but the Ravenclaw couldn't quite make out what was being said.
"Is everything okay?" he asked curiously, coming up next to his Hufflepuff friend.