Dennis needed a break. This Valentine’s Day mess was getting to him. He thought he wanted to travel. He thought Beauxbatons would be really cool to visit. But there were entirely way too many girls! They were all giggling and none of them were cool with trying to cause a little bit of trouble at a foreign school. Sure, there were many beautiful and often exotic girls and yes, they made him feel like wanted to throw up every time he looked at them, or at least he thought so; but like, why? His upset stomach and his now irrational anger at both the school and the holiday was getting to him. He stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. He just needed to cool off and he felt in over his head.

Even the beautifully manicured garden that they had access to felt like a trap. There were decorations all over the place and it felt…well…it felt nice. Too nice. “Like liking people is gross,” Dennis mumbled moodily as he stomped around the garden, glaring at couple after couple. He finally found himself alone, sitting on a bench huffing to himself in what appeared to be a small hedge maze or at least a lonely corner. Really what was this holiday about anyway? He needed a friend that would definitely understand how he felt, and definitely agree with his opinions. “Where is a friend when you need him?” Dennis asked, more to himself than to anyone in particular. If anyone could set him straight and give him, perhaps, some much needed perspective it was a certain friend who might see the boy and decided he might offer some help.

@Ulysses Drake