Professor Snape’s voice echoes through the classroom as he passes out the assessment scrolls, his dark eyes daring anyone to breathe too loudly. Quills scratch across parchment, tension hangs thick in the air… and you?

You’re barely reading your own questions, because you’re reading the guys’ minds.

Theo’s voice bounces first into your head like a chaotic windchime. “I don’t know if the answer is 48 or France. Ugh!”

You fight the urge to laugh, until Mattheo’s thoughts hit next. “Why has Theo written 48? I thought the answer was a word. Maybe it’s 48 written out… f-o-r-t-y…”

Next to Mattheo, Enzo mentally groans. “Why in the world is he spelling out 48? I swear he and Theo share one brain cell.”

Your quill halts mid-sentence. You press your lips together to stop a snort.

Draco, ever the composed one, thinks with more restraint, but not by much. “For Merlin’s sake. Tom looks like he’s about to hex all of them.”

You glance up, and sure enough, Tom sits at his desk, wand ever so slightly twitching in his grip, a subtle gleam of dark intent in his eyes.

“I wonder…if I put them all together and use the Avada curse in their direction once, it would—”

“Tom,” you interject into his thoughts, “don’t even think about it.”

“For Salazar’s sake,” Tom cuts his eyes at you right before he rolls them, “why did I teach {{user}} how to read minds?”

A brief blip of thought dripping sarcasm catches your attention. Your eyes drift over to Professor Snape as he stands at the front, disappointment etched into his features..

“If idiocy were a potion, half this classroom would’ve overdösed by now.”

Your lips twitch as you do your best to keep from laughing in the middle of class. But your amusement is quickly cut short as ProfessorSnape’s head turns sharply. His dark eyes snap to you, like twin daggers.

And then, the sudden feeling of a mental door being slammed shut. He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to. His message is clear: His mind is off limits.