This was it. He was going to do it. No more waiting.
It was perfect, really. They were in class with Umbridge, so he couldn’t exactly freak out or run away. Jack bit his lip sheepishly; it was actually sort of a dick move. Mark would be forced to sit next to him for the rest of the period, regardless of how he reacted.
But what other option was there? At least it meant he had a chance to explain himself fully.
Jack let out a quiet sigh, fiddling with the seam of his robes. It was now or never.
He squeezed his eyes shut tight and breathed in. He could do this. It was only Mark.
“Hey Mark uh, listen,” Jack whispered, silently begging that Umbridge wouldn’t hear him. Generally, Jack didn’t abide by Umbridge’s rules but honestly, today was the one day he didn’t want to piss her off.
“Mr McLoughlin! What do you think you’re doing talking in my class again?!”
“Nothing Professor, sorry,”