Will you be my date to the yule ball? (One on one) (Harry Potter)(closed)

"Alright. We should find Professor McGonagall. She'll know what to do." Jamie slid off the couch.

He hets up slowly and follows

"Is your back good?"

"Yeah. Better than this morning"

"Alright, c'mon. Let's go."

He nods. "ok."

Jamie pulled him all the way to McGonagall's classroom. "Professor McGonagall!" she cried.
The professor looked up. "Miss Brockway? What is it?"
"Connor's wand is broken."

He handed his wand t9 her.

Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes. "How did this happen?"
Jamie looked at Conner, not sure if he'd want to tell it or not.

He sighed. "A group of boys shoved me to the ground pretty hard."

Professor McGonagall pressed her lips into a thin line.
Jamie looked hopeful. "Can you fix it?"

Conner was panicking.

"Well, I don't know, Miss Brockway," Professor McGonagall claimed. "Broken wands are very tricky…"
"Can you please try?" Jamie begged.

He placed a hand her shoulder for reassurance.

The professor sighed. "I can try."

"I-I mean…If you can't that's fine…What's a small chip gonna do?"

Jamie looked over at him. "Better safe than sorry," she simply stated.

"Still…"

"Miss Brockway is right. Broken wands are extremely dangerous to use," Professor McGonagall insisted.
Jamie reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Thank you, Professor," she said, pulling Conner out of the room.

"…Yes, ma'am…"

Jamie pulled him into the hallway. "I told you," she said.

"Hush…I just…Don't want her wasting her time over a small chip."

"If you used your wand and it hurt you, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself," Jamie whispered.

"…It wouldn't be your fault though."

"But I could've said something, and if I didn't, then, yes, it would've been."

"…" He sighed. "No use fighting huh?"

"Nope," she declared.

He laughed and smiled brightly.

She grinned in return and squeezed his hand again. "I'll protect you until McGonagall is done with your wand," she suggested.

"O-Ok…"