Chance and the Alphabet ** Will Lowby, Hufflepuff fifth year, wanted nothing more than to sleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep. He couldn't do that, though, as he had Quidditch practice directly after this lesson, and there was a miniscule chance that he'd be more alert if he stayed awake, rather than give in to the battle his eyelids were fighting. He needed to be alert, if he ever wanted to move beyond Reserve Keeper. Professor Binn's dirge-like …showed first 75 words of 4905 total…

…showed last 75 words of 4905 total…ross the floor. She regained control only long enough to throw a roll at Priya, who had almost teetered off the bench in helpless giggles. The crowd, relieved, went back to its dinner, and the tension dissipated as the usual chatter started up again. Will let out the breath he'd been holding. "So, it's Abby Loomis for you, is it?" Owen asked slowly, his eyebrows raised. Will nodded and grinned. He'd never been more certain. ~*~