Chapter 3: Boring
The classes went by so slowly after breakfast in the morning, so I was relieved to finally get to lunch. Waiting at my spot was a note addressed to me. I opened it, and in it read the following:
Meet me at the Quidditch Pitch thirty minutes before curfew. –Your Secret Admirer
No name. I felt my heart-rate quickening as I wondered who had written that. A minute later, Seamus strolled in, smiling adorably.
"Hey," he said, sitting down next to me.
"Hi," I said, nibbling on my thumbnail nervously.
"I'm hungry," he said matter-of-factly, and dug in. I watched him eat for a minute, then heard my stomach growl. I chuckled and started eating, too.