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neaped 
Hugo looked up from his book. Hey, wasn't she the girl who was crying over Fee's boyfriend in first year? Yeah. You know what they say- body of an elephant, memory of an elephant. Not that Hugo had the body of an elephant. Ugh. "Hi," he said closing his book. He was never any good at small talk. He closed an eye so the sun didn't shine so directly in his eyes when he looked up at her. "I'm Hugo. But I think we've met before," he nodded. "You're from Italy, right? I'd like to be there right now..." he said, tieing his scarf around his neck a little tighter.
Now that the boy had looked up at Sophia, she recognized him. She had briefly talked with him in first year. What a long time ago. She wondered if he had remembered her, and he probably did. She was bawling the last time they met.... Awkward....
"I am Sophia, and I believe we have met before." she said, smiling.
"Yes, I am." she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Me too." she said, sighing. She loved Italy. It was home. She missed it so much.