The homework was turned in. Tests taken. Things packed. Bedroom furniture and pictures lining the halls said goodbye too.

There was only one thing left, and then she could go to her new house and spend the whole summer feeling completely free.

But, as Wesley neared the Ravenclaw Table, she realized she might not be able to check off that one last thing. About to offer her assistance, or comforting, or maybe even just one of the extra handkerchiefs she had stored away in her robe's pocket, the Hufflepuff bit her lip and turned away before walking to her own table.

No need to mess things up even more than they already were.

Especially when she wasn't supposed to have any clue of his existence.