I walked through the corridor on my way to Herbology. The subject wasn't my most favourite. I listened to Professor Longbottom explain what we would do today. By the end of the lesson I was bored out of my mind. I had a free period next and decided to visit Twigtalon. He was perched and I walked over to him. In the four years I'd had the owl, we'd grown close. That didn't mean the owl made my life any better. I furred his feathers and he hooted. "Good to see you too, Twiggy," he said and he pecked me. "Eh! You little- It's a nickname! Don't they have nicknames in owl world?" Twigtalon hooted indignantly. "You.... I can't argue with you." I fed him owl oats and then left the owlery. "Let's see...." I checked my schedule. "It's still free period, Well I should get to my common room." I walked in and I saw Oliver snogging some girl. A bit grossed out, I went into the dorm. I lay on my bed and looked at the ceiling. A thought entered. A thought that had not left my mind since second year. The brave boy with the cute accent. I didn't even know his name! I shook the thoughts away. I'm only interested in girls, and I didn't even know the Gryffindor's name! Maybe I admired his bravery, coming out, I assumed, was not easy. Little did I know... when free period ended, I got up. I walked down to my next class, Defense Against The Dark Arts. Even after all those years we still thought the job was cursed. It seemed like no one could keep the job for more than year. This year's teacher was call Mr. Tavern. Yes, Tavern. And I thought I had the weirdest surname ever.

"Afternoon class," said Tavern. "Today we shall be revising the Forbbidden Curses." I groaned as did my desk mate, a Ravenclaw name Benny. "Can anyone tell me the names of the curses?"

"Killing, Cruciatus and.... uh..."

"Imperius," I added, bored. "And aren't they called the Unforgivable Curses?" The teacher looked at me.

"Er... yes. They are forbidden though."

"Believe me, we know."

"Er.... right." I rolled my eyes as he carried on with the lesson. Benny turned to me.

"Uh, Sullivan, can you show me that spell you've been working on." I gave him a smile.

"Sure, but you sure Ravenclaw wants one of their members talking to a Slytherin?" I asked begrudgingly. People usually avoided me.

"I'm feeling devious." I smirked.

"Okay then. After class." After class, Benny and I walked outside. "Just warning you, it's not a very exciting one."

"I don't mind." I pointed my wand upward.

"Mufflo!" A soundproof shield enveloped us. Benny's eyes sparkled

"That's amazing!" He commented as I disabled it.

"Listen, Benny.... do you know the name of the Gryffindor who stood on the table and shouted 'I'm gay!'?"

"No, why?" I looked away.

"N-no reason was just curious," I immediately regretted asking a Ravenclaw and then answering like that. Benny was put in his house for a reason. He smirked.

"You sure?"

"Dead sure."

"Hm... alright then. Thanks for showing me the spell." He started walking off before turning back around. "That was two years ago, why are you asking me now?"

"I was just curious! Honest! I'll see you later!" Benny looked at me for a moment longer before leaving. I felt my heart race. I was so embarrassed! I walked back inside and saw Twigtalon flying away. "Hey! Who let you out of the owlery? Come back!" I chased after him throughout the school. How did a nocturnal animal have so much energy during the day? I was running out of steam when he flew towards what I assumed was the Gryffindor common room. "TWIGTALON GET THE CRAP BACK HERE!" I didn't see the portrait entrance open, but Twigtalon bumped into something.

"Woah there! Calm down you rabid bird!" I stopped. I knew that accent anywhere. The boy caught Twigtalon and walked over to me.

"Thanks," I panted taking the Twigtalon back from Cute-Accent-Boy. "He's a handful."

"Believe me, I know. I have an owl too."

"Hi. I don't believe we've met, I'm Sullivan Sense but you can call me Sully." I said holding out my hand.

"I'm Alder Foley," he replied taking my hand and I felt myself heat up a little. Alder was pretty cute.

"You're the 'I'm gay and proud guy' right?"

"Guilty as charged."

"So we both have troublesome owls? We have something in common."

"Yeah. But compared to Blitz, Mr....."

"Twigtalon. I like the idea of double-barrel names."

"Twigtalon, is nothing."

"Can I see this Blitz? This little pain in the butthole needs to be put back in the owlery."

"Sure." And we started walking. I looked at him.

"Your smile is actually really cute," I said without thinking. He blushed.

"So is yours." I felt my heart skip a beat as I blushed a bit.

"Thanks..." I looked at him. Alder Foley made me feel things I never knew I could feel.