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My English professor finally stops talking, telling us she'll see us next Friday before break starts as she packs her own things up like the rest of us. I wish I could be as excited as everyone else for the Holidays, but I'm not. I keep thinking about having to go home and it ruins my mood.

I pull my bag over my shoulder, tugging my hair out of the back as I slide out from the middle of my tables row, watching Jessie skip up the steps to meet me.

"Sooooo. . ." Jessie's voice beside me causes me to grin as I tilt my head over at him. I know he's been dying to know what I got on my paper, as well as reading the rest of it. "Let's see it." He raises his eyebrows at me.

I shake my head with a smile as I hand him the printed copy of my paper, the two of us walking slowly up the steps, Jessie reading the paper oddly fast. I open the door for us both, Jessie closing the page to the front as he shakes his head at me.

"Clover this is fantastic." He beams, my mood lifting a bit at his words. I trust Jessie to be honest with me over English seeing as he's a natural at the subject.

"You think so?" I ask, biting the inside of my cheek as he laughs, his eyes scanning the front page once more before he looks at me again.

"I don't know much about art but this is really well written and you got your point across professionally. I really like it." He tells me, handing the paper back to me.

"I wouldn't have been able to do so well without you, give yourself some credit." I laugh, Jessie rolling his eyes playfully before he pulls me into a short lived hug.

"I'm always willing to help." He shrugs. "See you around, Clover." He says, sending me a closed mouth smile. I nod and give him a short wave before shrugging my bag off and pushing my paper into it, zipping it back up.

I turn to walk, my body being blocked by another causing my eyes to flicker up, meeting those familiar emerald ones.

"Harry." I breathe, stepping back so I can fully see him. His eyes are trained else where behind me before he meets my gaze. "Don't start, please." I beg, stepping around him causing our shoulders to brush.

"I didn't say anything." He mumbles, returning beside me. His jaw is clenched like it regularly is as he stares forward. "Are you going to the café?" He asks, glancing down at me.

"Probably not." I mutter. His eyebrows are furrowed when I glance up at him, a sigh escaping my lips.

"I kind of wanted to go." He mumbles, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his tan jacket.

"You still can." I shrug, my eyes darting around, noticing a couple people from campus looking our way, but I ignore the stares.

"I meant. . ." He breathes. "I wanted to go with you." He explains clearer. I glance up at him, his face down as he avoids my eye contact, a grin spreading on my lips.

"Okay." I nod, biting the inside of my cheek. Harry snaps his head over to me out of surprise causing me to laugh. "Don't act like I was going to turn you down." I grin.

"Don't make this a big deal." He mumbles back causing me to grin, playfully rolling my eyes as we avert our direction to the café.

  I can't help but feel a little bit better after having a shitty morning. My mind was jumbled with going home for the holidays, having bought zero gifts and having to figure out an excuse to tell my parents as to why I'll need to leave the day after Christmas, rather than stay for a while.