He had promised himself to be strong and not to let his emotions control him but he had done it again. The seventh year emerged from the storeroom at the end of the fifth floor corridor, his eyes were still a bit red and swollen despite that he had stayed in the room for quite a long time to reduce it. He didn’t want anyone to know that he had been crying alone from time to time. Wishing that he could see his parents and little brother and check if they were alright.

The Hufflepuff cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair as he began walking down the corridor before stopping in front of one of the portraits to look at it in. Attempting to distract himself from his thoughts.