What are the odds

[Beau Easton]

Many thing changed since Beau moved back to Beauxbaton and he wasn't fully happy about it. He used to have everything, and I mean everything in his hand. But not anymore, things had changed. With all these frustration in mind Beau made his way toward the empty lawn and sat against the willow tree. The weather was cold and unfriendly just like Beau's heart. Winter breeze brushed against the fifteen years old's dry cheek as it slowly turned pink. He pulled his jacket closer to him and took his novel out.