Two Gryffindors

"Charlotte?"

I turn around, seeing the two boys. They stood there, pain written across their face. I looked at their red hair, unable to look them both in the eyes. One of the boys stared at me, hoping I would answer his question without having him say it himself. He bit his lip nervously. "Who do you choose?" He asked in a shaky voice. I looked down at my socks, unsure of what to say. I didn't want to pick between them. I loved them both. I loved the more outgoing boy who sometimes couldn't control his anger. And I loved the quiet boy who had soft eyes that made me feel calm. I was going to hurt one of them with my answer and that broke my heart.

"---------------" I quietly said, hoping I wouldn't regret it.