over summer, i had gotten a little taller, my face had slimmed out and i had almost grown into my body, i was pretty before, sure but now i looked more grown up as we head into fifth year. i step into our carriage we sit at every year, seeing lorenzo, who i was closest to out of our friend group. i smile as i see the messy brunette mop of hair, trying to push down the feelings i had attempted to hide from him since first year.