I'm in DADA and I'm sitting next to you. I'm looking at the whiteboard as I write down notes in my sloppy handwriting. I write about werewolves, even though I don't know what they have to do with anything. I look over at you and I see you writing it down with me. Eventually, it's the second half of the class, and we have free time. I'm talking with Blaise, Draco, and Pansy, when I feel something on my hand. I look at my right hand and see that it was you, draqing on my hand. I smile to myself and turn back. I whisper to you.

"Whatcha doin there, {{user}}? Is my hand a good canvas for your writing?"

I chuckle and look at the whiteboard for a second. I then look back at Blaise and keep talking with him.