A girl with short blonde hair and a seemingly permanent smile on her face got up from her desk, which was situated to the left of Morgan’s. Her overall prankish disposition, coupled with the fact that she was right next to the girl who had forced James to endure the inability to scratch his itchy self for a full quarter of a minute, left James as concerned as he was covered in soot (something that was beginning to become an annoyance for him).
The girl did the usual: reported to Elspeth, walked over to James, and looked him over. Having long since given up on covering his loins, James resigned himself and allowed her to gaze at him as much as she wanted. He figured, there was nothing on him the hadn’t seen yet, so to Try and be modest this late into the game would be fruitless.
As the girl lifted her hand, James noticed her looking back at Morgan, who whispered something to her and gave her a suspicious thumbs up. While James began to feel a sinking sensation of dread in his stomach, almost willing to run from the classroom to avoid whatever these two apparent friends had been planning, Elspeth called the girls attention back to James.
“Abigail. Focus”, Elspeth cautioned sternly. The girl nodded nonchalantly, and cast her spell on James.