All the rest of that week seemed to drag on to Albus and he had trouble sleeping. Nothing seemed to work right in his mind and several times he thought of just telling her that he didn't want to meet her, and he avoided her in the halls and sat with his back to the Ravenclaw table at meals so that he wouldn't constantly be looking at her. He didn't talk with any of his friends about it though they tried to give him suggestions on what he should do.

                "Bring her some flowers, girls like flowers."

                "Chocolates."

                "Flowers and chocolates."

                "Write her a poem." And so on constant ideas many of which he thought were actually pretty good but he wanted to be different. Finally on friday night though he decided what he was going to do, and had the best night's sleep he'd had all week.