His eyes were so dark, darker than I have ever seen them before. They weren’t the same as they’d been before, they no longer held the laughter or the depth they had once held, but were hungry and malicious. There was unmistakable longing in those eyes, he wanted me. And I couldn’t get away.

I was stuck between a cauldron cake and a pumpkin pasty. Both looked good, but the ice cold pumpkin juice looked even better. It was then, as I raised my eyes to ask Lily’s opinion, that I happened to glance over at the other side of the corridor. I froze.

Three boys were standing at the other side of that corridor. But surely, they weren’t just any boys. For no guy could possibly ever compare to those three.