Approach her.

You'd like to comfort her after that chaos. Plus, she's absolutely stunning.

With not another soul in the room besides the two of you, you make your way over to her desk where she's sitting at the chair behind it--pouting. She looks pretty upset still, and completely humiliated. Without even waiting for you to talk, she begins to vent.

"The Headmaster is having that little gnome expelled this time, I swear it!"

"Yeah... I'm sorry that happened. I really am."

"Are you friends with that guy?"

"Not really. I mean, I just heard his name for the first time today. I thought he was pretty funny, but that was too much. Way too much. That must have been illegal somehow too."

"Yeah!" She sighs and crosses her arms. "You're a nice man, John. I've seen you around."

You smile and so does she, and for a moment, you swear you see red come to her nose--her freckled, cute nose. She readjusts her glasses and sits up more properly before she crosses her fingers over her lap.

"How are you finding my class?"

"It's good. This stuff is definitely not easy, but I'm surviving."

"Hm... I don't usually offer this, but I don't do that much after school on Mondays, especially at like six? I can help you privately if you'd like with the material I'm covering right now."

Is she asking you out? There's no way. She's being kind and offering you private tutoring. You look down to her, resisting a stare to her cleavage, especially from this angle. Her eyes look to you with such beauty that it isn't too hard. The only thing that's driving you crazy is the fondling in your trousers during the conversation. It's embarrassing.

"You know, if you want. I just thought I'd ask," she adds.