Harlow numbly sat down at the Gryffindor table, not believing what she had just done. She took a small slice of an apple, nibbling at the corner, with a slightly dazed look on her face. All thoughts of class was gone - Albus. Albus. Albus was on her mind, and you could sort of tell, because she was blushing faintly. She glowered when he sat with the Evil Slytherin girls - Why? Her brain asked, a hurt look replacing the glower. I thought he liked me...