Still a bit shocked from the events of last night’s End of Term Feast, the incoming seventh year Slytherin walked down the corridor with his wand arm outstretched, levitating his black school trunk in front of him. Instead of concentrating on the task at hand, Mordred’s thoughts drifted to Sophie, the SlytherPuff win, Sophie, her kiss, her lips, her eyes, to Ethan, to his dog Apollo and then back to Sophie and her kiss. “What was that about?” the Slytherin kept on walking and directing his trunks to the end of the train. “Whatever it was...it was weird...and nice.” The young man grinned and lowered his wand as soon as he got inside the Luggage Compartment.

Questions came to mind such as, “Did she like my kiss?” Because Mordred was terrible when it came to hugs. He was hoping that his kiss wasn’t as stiff and lifeless as his hugs...because that would be pretty disastrous for a first kiss.

Mordred raised his wand to levitate his trunks higher and secured his belongings as soon as it was neatly stacked on the rack. “Hold on...first kiss?” the Slytherin stared on his trunks and pondered on his thoughts. He had to admit that he would love to share something wonderful with Sophie such as...well...a kiss, but they’re not a even a couple. The Slytherin blinked at this realization and sat on a random trunk placed on the floor.

“What did that kiss mean?” Mordred’s eyebrows furrowed and continued to ponder on it.