Elizabeth waited anxiously for her teacher to finish reading the letter the class had placed on his table. She hated waiting for anything, especially when the answer was so important. All Semester, Mr. Gribleton had assigned the class 3 or 4 feet of essay the weekend of the much anticipated Hogsmede trips. They were sick of it, and had penned a letter telling him that it was time to change his methods. She didn’t care what his reasons were, there was no excuse for any teacher purposely trying to ruin such a good weekend. Elizabeth had organized her classmates. She had convinced one of the more intelligent students to write the letter that expressed what they all were feeling and then had everyone signed the paper. She was sure that the combined
