Classroom on the Fifth Floor...

"And y'all aren't listening..." she mumbled, jumping off the table. "Hungry, bye." She left.

Amanda waved, thinking she might follow because an apple and a half wasn't too filling.

Amanda's stomach grumbled. "Ergh. Wanna have breakfast?"

Before anyone could answer, Amanda left. Her tummy was not to be denied.

Charlie was sitting in here. Alone.

He was thinking. Trying to figure out a plan. Somehow make it completely foolproof... If Harry Potter was to be believed, and Voldemort was back, then maybe... No. That would just be wrong. And he'd have to kill other people, not just his target. And, why would he wanna kill muggles? One was a muggle, and he was his best friend. Though, he was drifting... But still, there wouldn't be any point.
Another question, how would he get away with murder without the Ministry being in on it? If he used the curse, then they would locate him and send him to you-know-where. And, that would be worse than receiving a death sentence: what he would get if he used other means, such as stabbing, bludgeoning, shooting...
Which sparked another question: Why did wizards not use guns?

(*applause*)

(... Who's he gonna kill I wonder)

(You're being sarcastic, right Mandy?)

[I still feel stupid. It was short. ]

Serenity swung open the door. "Hey, Angel, I can't be with you anymore, you're distracting me from my schoolwork, okay? It's not like I don't-- Oh, it's just you, Charlie!"

(I didn't think it was short.)

(Twerp:... WHO... .-. I dunno these things!)

[It was a really great post. I'll pm you, Mandy.]

[bahaha.]

He looked up. "What?

"I'm just looking for Angel. He keeps distracting me while I'm working, you know, and it's OWL year, so I'm going to have to temporarily break up with him. What's up with you?"

[sorry. X3]

"Oh, nothing, nothing."

"Ah, do you know where he is?"

"No."

"Thank you very much." Serenity got up, giving up and going back to the library.

"You're welcome."

Serenity stuck her head back in.
"Heey... Charlie?"

"What?" And once again, his train of thought was interrupted.

"You weren't lying about Angel, were you..?"

"What about 'im?"