#amara2

Thorfinn thought the trek from Gryffindor Tower to Ravenclaw Tower was awfully long. He had thought for quite awhile, but he would always make the journey anyways. Ravenclaw Tower was where Amara stayed, and he would always make the journey there if meant that he was able to see her. 

Last night had been something straight from a dream in Thorfinn’s mind. He had been given the best gift he could have ever asked for: a kiss from Amara Zabini. Sure, it had been for New Years, but Thorfinn had felt something, and he could have sworn that Amara had too. He hoped that wasn’t wishful thinking on his part. He’d been in love with Amara for as long as he could remember; since the first day he stepped foot into Hogwarts, probably. Obviously kissing her was everything he had ever wanted. But... he still couldn’t believe it had happened. He really had kissed her. He couldn’t help it. He had to find her, he had to see if anything had changed.

Thorfinn finally made it up to Ravenclaw Tower, only to be reminded of the blasted riddle that he could never, ever guess the answer to. He sighed, crossing his arms and slumping back against the wall. It seemed that he would have to wait for her. The minutes ticked past -- rather slowly in his opinion -- and finally, Amara appeared.

“Hey!” He said, his eyes lighting up. “Amara! I thought I was going to be stuck waiting out here for hours. But you’re here, wicked!”