The month of exams had come. The whole professors started to be more strict with homeworks than ever and detentions weren't the ones they could forget concerning about any more. Especially the seventh year students in the library seemed so intense that nobody had courage to cause any disturb. And Lion was one of them. He was ,indeed, cocky and confident but he seemed to have a timid side like a normal kid, which he would never admit. One boring day, however, he found someone he didn't have to be afraid of at all. The back of Annabelle was caught in his eyes. That was a fortune for him, for now he had something to play with. He put a pen on the desk on which nothing was going on but just doodling, and stood up with a joy in his eyes. He looked around to make sure none of the librarians was looking at him. And then he sneaked behind to cause a collision.<br/><br/>"Hey, you have something else than books to pay attention to, Cotton."<br/><br/>Lion whispered as much as clearly so that Annabelle could hear every sarcasm he said. The look on her face was telling how much she hated to see him, and he liked it.<br/><br/>Annebelle was a famous girl among popular students. Her hideous glasses and bushy hair were her symbol and nothing more than to ruin her attraction. She, however, seemed like a decent girl as far as he could tell: polite, smart, and not a crazy one like drama-causing girls. And a normal loving family. Well, For these factors, however, somehow she caught his eyes. Too bad for her, she was quiet and patient, she was easily picked for a target for Lion to loose up his stress.<br/><br/>So he waited for her to speak or rather an excuse to tease on her. His eyes were on her trying to see what she was going to react. It wasn't because he was afraid but excited even. He just couldn't help teasing her somehow, and this relationship of a bullied and a bully didn't end even in 6th grade.<br/><br/>Lion shortly smiled at his father and let himself blend in to a crowd of people. Now the 6th grade was about to begin that his father was extreme when it comes to quidditch even though he had been doing a great job all these years, and to make it worse, his mother had been away for nearly half a year so far. He loosely sat on the seat and took a sigh. Irritated. He didn't even bother fiding his quidditch mates, thanks to last conversation they shared. On closing his eyes, he took another sigh.