Evan really wanted to find a place where he could be alone. Darn, why were there so many students? Why was every corner occupied, why was there always someone? He glared angrily at the dungeon corridor, who seemed to be crowded with Shana and Blake. Both knew him, and he couldn't bear a chit chat now. He was seriously in need of a lone place.

As he walked, he realised a secret passage that he had never seen before. Huh. What might be here? But of course, as always here was a place for two people too. Though he didn't know any of them. So maybe they would just leave him alone... hopefully. He walked to the end of it which was a dead end. Better. Now, he could just sit at the end alone. And so he did with his wand in his hand to conjure sparkling butterflies. (The place was in need of light, not that butterflies was his favourite animal, or that they were the only things he could conjure. He was pretty sure if he learnt the incantations, he could conjure much cooler stuff.) Of course the butterflied were blue and white, but even the colours of Chelsea didn't help. He was way too angry to see notice any colour.

Violet. All his problem was Violet. Once he got that girl in his hands, he'd literally kill her. Stupid brat who thought she knew everything. 'That someone might have written that you may be dating Marie.' It still rang in his ears. What a lie! And she'd sent the letter to Fallon! What would Fallon think of him now? Surely she'd ask him the truth, wouldn't she? She'd better, because he definately wasn't dating Marie! Or she'd mention it to Beaumont, who would directly come to him. And he'd tell her the truth. In either case, he'd reveal the truth. His memory rang another sentence which turned the colour light blue to dark, black-ish blue for it infuriated him more: 'Were you sad, Evan, even the tiny bit?'

What did that second year brat think he was?! Of course he was sad after Fallon! How couldn't he, she was his first girlfriend! But he couldn't just live in sorrow, could he? They were just twelve and it wasn't even real love. Just over liking, that was it. What could happen at the age of twelve anyway? It wasn't like they were married! He was sad in the summer, but it was over and he had moved on with his life. He hummed some unlogical words to himself. Why did everyone made it such big deal? He didn't think Fallon missed him so much and thought about him all the time neither. If she did, she shouldn't. Because that was obsession, not love. There was definately no such thing like love at the age of twelve and Violet needed to understand it.

Marie was another problem too. Why did he have to blush so much around her, especially with the tiniest physical contact? He was 100% sure their relationship was friendly, but why did he have to have a heart attack everytime they touched to each other? Well, she was really pretty, but that was it. Violet, oh how lucky he was to have her, she was such a genious that had an opinion about everything!, also told that maybe they were too close. Though, despite agreeing and nodding, this made him angry again. So it looked like he couldn't even have girl friends. He hummed again to himself silently. Well, he might have a soft spot for her, but it wasn't beyond friendship. Or so he hoped, but there was another voice talking inside him, which had been suppressed since he had first seen Marie this year again. It was saying that he felt the same thing for Fallon last year right before Shana got the reins in her hands and help them start dating. He sighed. This was not right. The thing he felt for Marie was totally different. Friendship, that was it.

...or, was it? He wasn't sure anymore. He was so confused now, thanks to Violet brat! Heck, once he got her in his hands... the consequences would not be pleasant.

With another sigh, he buried his face in his hands and just tried to calm himself down. But his thoughts wandered off to Marie once again, the moments they shared together. And he noticed this calmed him down pretty much. Oh Merlin, why was he having these thoughts now?