You could feel eyes boring into you the moment you had entered the overcrowded, bustling Great Hall.

Only now were you aware who those eyes, so perfectly grey-green, heralded the attention of; Abraxas Mavros.

A smirk touched his lips as he threw a wolfish wink your way from his assigned seat at the Slytherin table. He blew away stray strand of platinum blonde hair out his eyes, quirking a brow, and mouthing, miss you.