To his disappointment, Annabelle left the compartment as soon as the train arrived. Such a shame, he was enjoying the rare moment of being with her alone.<br/><br/>"Wow, that's very friendly, Cotton."<br/><br/>He threw the word on her back as she shut the compartment door with no goodbye. He shook his head in a disagreement on her attitude and had a last glance at her getting off the train to witness how her new look was going to change her school life. First, he simply stopped there as if the while world had just stopped. Second, his eyes were all focused on how she and other boys were acting. What he was seeing was unusual indeed. It was different from anything he had seen in her activities. In spite of his failure to understand what that was, he saw his teammate smiling back at her. It was then that he raised his eyebrow. Then he got it. Boys were attracted to her. Are you sure? To Annabelle Cotton? The Annabelle Cotton? He shook his head again with a small laugh in his mouth, and let it disappeared. He just couldn't believe what he just had seen. Considering the look of it, the year seemed to be going to be a whole new year and he wasn't sure if he liked the feeling of it.<br/><br/>The first day in school went perfectly. Receiving girls' attention and being surrounded by popular friends, he spent the day just exactly how a most popular kid at school would spend his day. Popularity. That was what his school life was about and something that he could feel himself in control for. Everyone in Hogwarts looked up to him and wanted to be friends with him, and that was something he couldn't feel at home.<br/><br/>Lion ran out of the castle to the quidditch field as the lunch break started. It had been a while since he played quidditch without being under the surveillance from his father that his heart was dancing in joy. Without his father, quidditch turned back to the sport he loved. So with a smile on his face, he hurried his way, and when he arrived, he jumped on his broom to feel the touch of the air. He loved it. Taste of freedom, indeed. He allowed himself fly in every way he wanted like a small child. He couldn't help feeling how bad he wanted to just run away from everything he had now. After a twenty minutes of flying, however, he went down to join his teammates on the ground who had just arrived.