You know those kinds of moments when the world just seems to go still around you, when in fact it's all confusion and papers flying and people talking? Better, do you recall any of the times you heart skipped a beat and you worried, just for a split second, that it may never beat again? I just had one of those moments.

All it took was a shy question, a tentative smile...Then a straight look in my eyes. And he had me.

I just had to look at him briefly to understand he wasn't from around here. His clothes were different; his face was too strange in a sea of look-alikes. When I realized that, my heart tightened and I fell a second time.

I somehow managed to croak out my name and start talking in order to prevent any form of blush, flush or any of its associates. His bewildered face at the mention of the Warblers was too much for me to handle and not ask why he was so surprised, so I took his hand and we brazenly flew away. His skin was soft and warm, anything I would have expected and more; his lips were full and desirable and it took all my strength not to kiss a boy I didn't know. His eyebrows had an inquiring arch of doubt, but his eyes shone.

When I finally opened the doors to the common room, I knew that love had stricken me a third time.