Heero and Duo
Heero had piled up a plate with food from the refreshment table. He figured the less he had to get up and down the less risk there was of somehow offending someone and losing his chance at Duo's braid. Well. Not exactly his braid. His hair. Heero could practically feel the weight in his hand and he couldn't lie, it was distracting in a way few things had ever been to him. Not that the other boy was at the table right now. Heero wasn't sure where he was, honestly, and he took a sip of the hot spiced cider in the cup in front of him before looking around, his eyes darting over all of the people that were crowded together in the Great Hall.
It wasn't long before his eyes found the very person that he had been pondering- though he quickly looked back down at his food, not wanting to be caught staring. He wanted to talk to the other boy. He wanted Duo to sit with him so he didn't have to suffer through all of this social interaction without him.