It wasn't even until Annabelle nodded to him that he realised he had been gazing at them too much. It was just nothing but a strange experience. He couldn't help taking his eyes off from the two. Especially from her smile. That was the very thing for which he felt something apprehensive in his stomach. And worst thing was he didn't know what was it or meant. But what he knew was he didn't like her hanging out with one of his teammate.<br/><br/>When His eyes caught Weslly coming down to see him, he quickly looked away as if nothing was going on. And when he did, Lion looked up at him and opened his mouth. He put his right arm on his shoulder and ran a thought what he had to say as a leader of the team. Telling him that he wasn't very a big fan of seeing their recent unnecessary gathering didn't seem like a best way, however, that he had to pause for a while to figure out the most effective and as natural way as possible to express his disturbance. He created an awkward silence with Weslly, as a result, that he ended up letting him go without saying anything. Seeing him walking back to Annabella, he took a sign. Whatever this thing he was held by was definitely driving him nuts.<br/><br/>Thanks for the unpleasant event at the dinner, his rest of the night was as awful as it could be. He couldn't quite get out of the frustration he had earned a while ago back in the great hall, feeling the linger in his stomach, even though he had gone for a jog for shake off the image of the two. He angrily sat on his bed in the boy's dorm throwing a towel harshly onto the bed. Other boys made comments on him but he threw a glare to shut them up. He was too occupied to feel it was Lion himself. Every aspect of his frustration wasn't supposed to be a big of a deal or it hadn't been at least. It was very much not like him and he hated it. He was supposed to be the centre of the world not a part of it to get driven by the tiny little facts.<br/><br/>He went back and laid himself down on the bed after the hot shower. A quidditch practice was awaiting in the morning. He closed his eyes and took a breath to run thoughts in his head again. Maybe he was just feeling tired, or maybe he was frustrated because the practice was canceled due to the rain, he looked for a convincing explanation. In any case, the practice should make him back to normal. He nodded. Crossing his arms under his head, he rested. He nodded once more with a slight smile on his face in a relief. Nothing else could ever solve his problems. Quidditch had always been his escape whenever things got crazy around him and he was sure it was the problem to be solved after a practice. The sound of a snore one of his mates was making somehow gradually eased his nerve, and before he knew it he fell asleep.