Chapter 2: January
The last class of the first snowy Friday after winter break started like any other. As usual, there had been grumbling when Elliot had presented the overall goals for the term, and the groans grew louder when he’d talked about essay writing, poetry, and grammar. Especially grammar. The kids had perked up a little when he told them they’d start out slow and spend this first hour writing about whatever they wanted. Even something involving Harry and Hermione.
Thirty minutes in, almost everyone seemed to be taking the task seriously, except for one or two who were daydreaming or watching the snow falling outside the window. Elliot couldn’t blame them. He had a hard time taking advantage of this quiet time to get work done. Instead, his gaze was drawn outside to the large
