Maybe I'll see you again.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

That was word that was ringing over and over again in James's head. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't forget her. She was everywhere. Her voice. Her eyes. Her hair. Her lips. They followed him around in his dreams.

Whenever he closed his eyes, all he saw was the gorgeous girl that he had spilled his heart out too. Throughout his whole life, he had never admitted to anyone, not even himself, that he didn't want to be an Auror or a Quidditch player.

He hadn't told his mum, his dad, Freddie, Jake. No one. He hadn't even told Teddy, the one person that knew all of James's secrets.

And then one day, he meets a girl who just makes him tell her everything that he's ever felt. Who was she? Would he ever see her again?

All these questions were always spinning around in James's mind. The week after that excursion, James had convinced Freddie and Jake to go back to the same place. They usually tried to mix it up, but he had pleaded and they had agreed.

They noticed. They noticed that something had happened. Albus had noticed, questioning why James was acting so weird. Lily had noticed, asking why he didn't laugh as much as he used too. His mum had noticed, asking why he wasn't eating.

But he had no answer. All he wanted to do was find that girl again. They had arrived at the mansion and Freddie and Jake, immediately went their own ways. James tood there, looking, watching, waiting. But she wasn't there.

He saw made-up women and handsome men, but no her. He had even tried looking for her brother, but he was nowhere in sight, and James had ended the night in disappointment.

The day before he was due back for his last year at Hogwarts, his dad had sat him down.

"Hey. I know you've been distracted lately. But this is your last year and this is important. Focus," Harry had said.

"I know," James had replied. That's all he'd ever done. Assured his mom and dad that he would do everything that he could to fulfill their expectations.

"I love you, Jay," Harry had implored at the end of the talk.

"I love you too, Dad," James had replied, hugging his Dad and it was true. James did love his dad. It wasn't his fault that James couldn't express his feelings.

That night he fell asleep with his dreams full of brown eyes and maybes.

Goodbye, girl on the balcony

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye

Kat woke up with a start. For the past three weeks her dreams had been full of crazy black hair and goodbyes.

The night of the gala she had never expected that she would meet someone even remotely interesting. She had just been standing on the balcony, people watching. She was laughing at the girls with ounces of make up on their faces and all the men that hovered around them hoping that they would get lucky that night.

Then, right when she was about to retire with a good book, he had appeared. Handsome and wild, he had taken her breath away. Then he said that he knew her brother and she knew he was lying.

Her and her brother, they were careful. They never let people get too close. With everything that their dad did to them, they had deep-rooted trust issues.

Then why did she tell that guy everything? Why did she tell him things that she had never told anyone? Why did she say that she had never felt less alone?

It was true. She had always been a lonely child. Too sheltered, too pretty, she had always been suspicious of people getting too close to her for the wrong reasons.

So then why did she trust this guy with everything? And would she ever see him again?

She flopped back on the bed.

No, there's no way. He was just a random guy. Forget him, she told herself firmly. You're not seeing him again.

Kat looked at her clock.

"Is it really 4 o'clock?" she asked herself. She had gone out last night with Blair and Serena and had more than her fair share of drinks.

"Urghhhh," she moaned, as she headed towards her shower.

How could she forget about him, though, she thought as she scrubbed her hair. This was the first person that she had told that she felt lonely, that she hated her dad. And in turn, he had told her things that she was sure he had never told anyone.

She pulled on a fluffy robe.

"Something was different about him," she whispered to herself.

She walked downstairs and headed towards the kitchen of the posh apartment. As she made herself some eggs, she heard the elevator ding.

"I'm home!"

Kat peeked around the wall that separated the kitchen from the living room.

"Hey! Want some eggs?" she asked her brother as he walked into the room in his three-piece suit.

Chuck smiled at his sister. "A little late for eggs, isn't it?"

Kat snorte. "Blame your fiancé. Took me out last night and got me wasted."

Chuck looked at her sternly. "You do know that you're underage."

"Eh," Kat said, waving off his concerns, "I'm seventeen, it's enough. Could you go get the acceptance letter. Does school start the 7th or the 8th?"

Chuck walked over to the desk and picked up the letter.

"Uhhh. What's the date?" he asked, nervously.

"The first!" Kat yelled back from the kitchen.

"Shit."

"What happened?" Kat asked, poking her head back out.

"It kind of starts today," Chuck said softly.

Kat walked out of the kitchen and took the letter out of his hands.

"Stop fucking around, Chuck. There's no way-"

She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"CHUCK!"

"I'm sorry!" Chuck said, running across the room, afraid that she would hit him.

"Sorry?" Kat cried, already in hysterics, "I MISSED THE TRAIN. I DON'T HAVE AN OWL OR ANY SUPPLIES. HOW AM I GOING TO GET TO HOGWARTS?"