Harry hadn’t planned to stick around school once the bell rang.
Much like the students , he didn’t like to stay longer than need-
ed. Well , he actually did have alot in common with the students
, seeing as he was never that much older than them , being th-
e young age of twenty-one years. It was his first year teaching ,
but he was more than experienced for the subject he taught ;
C h e m i s t r y.  And he really didn’t mind it , but he wasn’t the 
teacher to stay after school unless needed , thus why he was
already packing up for the day. However , the voice made him 
stop in his tracks and look up , a small smile coming on his f-
ace when he saw the girl. Grabbing his scarf , he began to put
it around his neck as he responded to her. 

        ❝ Miss Stark —- Is there something I can help with? ❞