Now that the cup was over, school felt much closer but summer still seemed to inch along. She couldn’t wait for the days that she was back at Hogwarts. She hadn’t seen Jackson much since the cup and even then she hadn’t seen much of him, so she decided to head over to his house, hoping her was home. Tori knocked on his front door, before sticking her hands in the pockets of her shorts.
“I’m a witch not a miracle worker, if Dad wants to torture you, he’ll torture you,” she shrugged. ”You know, somehow I...
He pretended to pout at that. “You should do more because i’m your best friend.” He gave her look. “Do you even know me?...