[h1]Callum Illmore[/h1]

Cal suddenly felt a cold chill, but he didn't really pay it much attention, as he was already paying an extreme amount of it to Demi. They had a few close calls though, like when they were luckily only talking when a teacher told them to put their robes on. Cal felt different when he was with Demi. He forgot all about the drive to Kings Cross, and the yelling and complaining he had to endure when he was at home. When he was with Demi all those things were lost to him, and all he cared about was her.

"Is it me, or does time fly when I'm with you?"

[color=0072bc]"Eh, I think it's just you."[/color] Cal said playfully as he put his hand in hers, walking to the castle. The area had a different smell to it. The aroma of pine trees wafted through the air, replacing that of the nothingness which seemed to have surrounded the old Hogwarts. 

Cal longed to be with Demi more, but he was forced to sit at the Ravenclaw table as she walked to e Gryffindor's. Cal hopped into an empty seat next to Sienna, a friend of his that was in seventh year. The first thing he noticed was her piercings, and the pairs of wide eyes that were staring at them. Cal glared at the first years, and they went back to minding their own businesses, but Cal snuck in a glare whenever he found them glancing over. Cal was relatively used to piercings, as most of his friends when he was younger were muggles. 

Cal was about to talk to Sienna, when the Headmaster began his speech. Cal true to listen, but he couldn't help but let his eyes wander in the direction of Demi, snapping back into it when the clapping began, signaling that the speech was over. Cal began piling up his plate with turkey and mashed potatoes and gravy, and taking the whole tray of Yorkshire Piddings for himself, and if she wanted any, Sienna.

[color=0072bc]"So, how was your summer? I see you got a new piercing."[/color] Cal causally popped a Yorkshire Pudding into his mouth, glaring at the first years who were once again staring at Sienna's piercings, and trying to grabbed some of Cal's puddings. He sighed and reluctantly gave one to a first year who was literally begging him for one. When the rest of the first years saw he had given the girl one, they begged and pleaded too, and Cal was forced to give them the platter, though taking a couple more for himself.