The soft chatters of the great hall echoed off the tall stone walls, various students talking among themselves as the sounds of porcelain plates and wooden bowels clattered as students set the long wooden tables of the hall, It was seven in the morning, breakfast time before classes begun. With a heavy sigh, he shifted so awkwardly in his seat, his shoulders tightening as his eyes watched the room for a certain someone.

He felt his cheeks grew hot, letting his fist rest against his forehead as he shook his head, swallowing a lump in his throat. "Bloody hell. I think I love her." He croaked out, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.