Milo clutched the crumpled letter within the pocket of his shorts as he walked down the pathways to the Whomping Willow. Having calmed down over the past few days by himself, he was ready to face her. The boy just hoped that she wouldn't cry. He hated when girls cried.
Seeing Trixie standing there waiting for him, his heart strained out to her, wanting to just run to her and hug her tight, but Milo went against his wants and walked to her calmly.
"'Lo." he said doefully, looking to the blonde. |