Anatole smiled at the thought. It sounded great, gorgeous even. It was that time when the snow had melted and the flowers were in bloom: various hues in nature. Maybe there were some species that grew here that didn't sprout back in Tenbury.
In his hands lay a little letter that he had written in the Gryffindor Newspaper rooms, lying on a desk. This was his copy of the notes he had written Sabrina and Eris, two girls he considered somehow making friends with. It read something along the lines of this...
Dear (Sabrina or Eris),
I really liked the last time we chatted. It was pretty fun, and I wish something like that could happen again.
Now that Blossomfest is here, I was wondering if you'd like to join a team with me for the maze run. Maybe we could bond together and talk over stupid things like we just did?
Anyways, you're a cool person. If you want to consider the offer, meet me in the Classroom around sunset...
Rereading the letter, Anatole instantly regretted how suspicious "meet me in the Classroom around sunset" sounded. He shook his head. That would be gross.
I really hope you come, it'd mean a lot. (And to Eris: I don't want to be with Adam again, help me out)
Just as he had scanned through the last faulty word, the door opened, and Anatole grinned at who had appeared.
How I'd die to catch the freedom of falling...
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