Had Charlotte gotten his note? Dalton wrung his hands together nervously as he paced the side of the courtyard, hoping that she would have thought his "important question" important enough to want to actually come and meet him. If she hadn't wanted to come and meet him - or if she didn't turn up - then he guessed he had the answer. But he'd rather hear it from her, one way or another.

Sitting down on a bench and pulling off his beanie, the sixth year tossed it between his hands, looking up at the entrance to the courtyard every now and again, hoping to catch a glimpse of her if she came down.