Chapter13

#Chapter13

I may have taken the precaution of dressing a little nice for school the next day so that when I saw Harry, I wouldn't look like a hungover-bum-zombie walking around campus all day. Even my best friend Nina said I looked unusually pretty for school today when she picked me up that morning for our first class. It was the only class we had together, a writing course, because I loved to write and Nina was planning on becoming a journalist. She questioned me endlessly on my outfit choice, too. Asking who I was trying to impress, and if it was Harry.