3. History of Magic
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"So, after the war, Urg the Unclean spend many years seeking revenge, but in the end he could never catch Borg the Bearded..." Professor Binns droned. I rolled my eyes at Newt. He laughed, crumpled his notes and tossed them through the back of Professor Binns's head. He didn't even notice, and kept plowing on with his monotonous speech. Skylar collapsed into silent giggles behind her desk.
"Now, though Urg didn't know it at the time, the reason Borg was never found was because he was in fact an animagus." the professor said, pausing to take a breath. I stuck out my tongue at his back like a two year old. Newt smiled, then suddenly his eyes went misty, staring blankly at the wall . I knew that look anywhere. Newt was having a brainwave. I laughed, and flicked my wand at my incomplete note sheet, which turned into a miniature origami hippogriff, which then shot into the back of his head. Newt snapped back to reality and began to scribble feverishly on the back of his parchment. He chucked it at Sky, who's eyes scanned it quickly. She nodded at Newt, then folded it into a paper airplane and sailed it with her wand to my desk. It read:
Sky- Meet me in the room of requirement at 9 tonight; don't get caught.
(pass this to Teddy)
The second the bell rang, Newt shot out of the room and sprinted to the library. He did not show up to our next class.