Holden was sitting in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table with some of his friends. He wasn’t really listening to what they were talking about..there was something else on his mind well someone else.

Lately he would find himself drawn to Flora whenever she would walk in a room or he would see something and it reminded him of her. He didn’t really understand his complex feelings. He groaned as he put his head onto the table making his friends look over at him.