#10 Breakfast

Anjay smiled at Tiana. He'd always known that she had a good head on her shoulders. Even if he did consider her Quidditch obsession to be a bit much, he could appreciate that athletes were dedicated and accomplished people, the type who naturally possessed that undefinable "go-getter" quality. That was definitely Tiana.

As McGonagall approached him and handed him the permission slip, he realized that indeed he was due for a letter home. Not to mention that he needed to get some dress robes delivered if he planned on attending the ball... his eyes glanced back over to Tiana. Did she have a date yet? He doubted it. If she did, he would have known.

"I'm not sure, Ames," Anjay answered truthfully as her question pulled his attention to the paper. Had they mentioned the girls? Anjay couldn't remember one way or the other. He made a mental note to include it in his correspondence home. In the meantime, he was excited to see that breakfast was over and classes were soon to begin. He basically skipped off to History of Magic, hoping to have the chance to walk by Tiana on the way there.