God, she looked pretty today.

Dalton tore his gaze away from Charlotte and cleared his throat slightly as he stepped further into the classroom. He could feel the tops of his ears going red, and knew that his hair was no longer long enough to cover it, but he wasn't sure he cared. With a frown, and a nod to Professor Hirsch, he picked up the first music box he saw, and wandered to the back of the classroom. Of course he gave Charlotte a little smile, but it was perfunctory at best.

He couldn't help it. He hoped she didn't hate him for it.