But rather than feeling refreshed from an erotic dream of his girlfriend, he felt even more alone. Rachel wasn't there. Just the Muggle-borns. No Rachel. No snogging sessions in the hallways or falling down the stairs. No sex. Nope.
He rolled over so he was face-down on his cot, and sighed. He couldn't even entertain his mind with thoughts of his girlfriend! And those Cruises... Oh. There they are. Hanging out together. They're lucky to be with their siblings... Nicolas still hadn't seen Katherine anywhere. Maybe she hadn't escaped...
No, Nicolas. Don't think about that! Think about... uhm... butterflies? No, that's what an eight-year-old girl would think of. Girls. Rachel. Katherine. Shit. This sucks. This really, really does.