Leander missed you. Being the fickle arrogant prat he was- he’d never admit it. He couldn’t even ask you to be crossed wand partners in your fifth year. How could he gather the strength to ask you where you had been for the last year.

what exactly could we two talk about? He wondered to himself. He’s still trying to brave against that feeling of fondness that seems to still stir when you walk by. Even now, it’s as impossible as ever. Even now, as he stands where he usually does. Right outside of the castle, viewing the field.