Ethan dragged himself up the stairs to his dorm and headed straight for his bed. Events of the day, combined with so many conflicting emotions, pushed to the forefront of his mind and were the boy's only focus. And so he came to the one place he could be alone with his thoughts.. a place were he could be away from the the crazy feelings that girls seemed to bring up. The fifteen year old flopped backwards onto his bed and brought his pillow up over his head, hiding his face.

He'd never missed Jean-Pierre so much in his life. The boy desperately wished his best friend was here.. he would know what to do. Of course, he could always owl him.. but talking in person was always better. So he was pretty much stuck.. How was it that he had been at Hogwarts nearly three months and not one of his friends was a guy - they were all girls.. Maybe that was part of the problem..

And the worst part of it was, he was fairly certain that someone was going to get hurt.. though the one hurting right now was him.