This had been the very worst Charms lesson ever.

Correction. It had been the very worst LESSON ever.

And it was all because of FORREST CHARLTON.

Fern stormed out of the classroom, shoving her way through the crowd of students, and then halted in the middle of the hall where she waited for HIM. Her chin was jutting out, her shoulders were hiked almost to her ears, and her face was flushed dark plum. It would not have taken even the smallest leap of imagination to picture steam coming out of her ears.

She felt like breaking something. So she snapped the quill still in her hand from packing up after class, while she stood there fuming.