The kids sit in anticipation
as the bottle slows,
On one end it clearly points to Agatha,
on the other end it rests between Harry and Tom.
Tom pretends to hurl:
Agatha’s the only non-cool kid.
She’s been invited as a joke.
Silence as Harry stands.
He doesn’t know he’ll marry this girl in six years.
He doesn’t know he’ll fall in love with her in two.
He doesn’t even know she’ll be his tutor in one.
No, he just sees a girl about to be badly hurt.
He takes her hand and walks her out of the party.