November already. It was kind of insane how fast the term was going already. Milton was enjoying it, though, for the most part. As he walked down the pathway, Milton tucked his hands into his coat pockets. Most of his time these days were spent with Quidditch, homework, and Taryn.

It was enjoyable, but he still wished things between him and Anya were the same. They always said nothing would change between them, but... When was the last time he had spoken to her? Two weeks ago? Maybe more? And stolen glances in classrooms or hallways didn't count.