Valentines Day.
Brutus stared at the wall as he waited for Ana to come into the choir room so he could audition. There were people sitting there looking at him like he was a freak. And he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Were people always going to look at him like this? If he was in choir? He already played Quidditch. Wasn't that enough for her?
He chewed at his bottom lip and closed his eyes when she entered the room, then stood and grabbed his guitar.
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