"Don't even try, Will."<br/>Lion murmured in displeasure when his buddy Will was trying to wake him up with a bucket of water. He got up himself on the bed unwillingly and narrowed his gray eyes in the bright sun light illumining the boy's dorm through the glass window. Yearning for a couple of times, he threw a glance at a trash box beside his bed. He looked away as soon as a letter was caught in his sight. He shook head. The day before yesterday was the day they won the first prize in the quidditch game, but his father had to send a letter to point out his small misses. He rolled his eyes in anger coming back in his stomach, glanced at the trash box, and grabbed a towel on his bed roughly to go for a shower. Even the blue sky out side didn't seem like succeeding cheering him up. He was angry at himself, too, for he cared so much about what his father had to say.<br/><br/>Just like he expected, a cold shower didn't refresh him even a little. With the bad mood still not unsetteled, he left Gryfindor common room for Great Hall with his quidditch teammate.<br/><br/>His whole family was never the one you expect from the outside. The mother was out somewhere for her job and never home. On the other hand, his father, Rionel Rufus Walker, was one of the biggest quidditch stars a decade ago, graduating Hogwarts and joining the national team right away, but now a retired due to the sever injury during the game. Thanks to that, he could only played a few years, which Lion thought left his father a thick regrett because he could be still playing. Therefore things between Lion and his father had been complicated. Lion sure loved to play quidditch as much as his father did, but as he grew up, his father became a coach rather than a father he needed.<br/><br/>On the way to the Great Hall, he threw some mean words to a couple of faint-heartened students in stead of disclosing his anguish to his close buddies. He didn't care as long as he could feel better because he was the popular one and he knew everybody admired him. And when they arrived at the Great Hall, his eyes caught another one to tease: Annabelle. She was always easy to spot, since her head was always in a book. Giving a nod to his fellows with a derision, he walked over to the Ravenclaw table. He bumped into her on purpose so that she would drop her book. He picked it up from the floor after the book hit the ground with a thud and smirked.<br/><br/>"Oops! Sorry, did I hurt your best friend?"<br/><br/>He laughed and so did his fellows. Then he turned to a serious face and continued.<br/><br/>"Look, Cotton, I know people don't really talk to you because you are so..like that, but this isn't good, Cotton. You should face acctual people, not papers and inks. I can't grantee if poeple would talk to you back but hey, I'm just saying. I'm very concered about you."<br/><br/>He stated with her book still in his hand.