'Ah, so not only is he your best mate, but he also keeps you out of detention by snoring. Handy.' Oh how she wished Binns would just figure out he was dead. It would be better than the old ghost boring students to death.
She shook her head grinned. 'The choir has sucked almost every year since we've been here. Flitwick must be tone deaf. There has to be another reason for his crankiness. Maybe he lost his lady friend? What other rumors could be started?'
Maybe she did need a tutor, especially since other students knew of her troubles. 'It will always be that blasted class. It would be nice to be able to turn a rabbit into a sewing needle, but the idea of that just seems like animal cruelty to me.'