Hermione cringes inwardly. She had a feeling this was coming. Simon Allen is in her Edwardian Novel class. Sometimes, he walks with her to her next class. He laughs at whatever she happens to say, even when it’s not even remotely funny. He’s bookish, like her. He’s asked her to study together. They even like the same brand of tea. Maddie doesn’t have to point it out to her. Simon likes her, which seems miraculous on its own. But it’s true.