“Gryffindor, remember?” Alicia pointed to herself, “I’ll make no guarantees for rampant and overpowering emotions.” She could feel her entire body shiver with excitement when Adrian finally – finally! – opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. She stretched her neck to see what it said, but the angle he held it at kept her from being able to read it.
It didn’t matter, she realised, because when he handed it back to her, she couldn’t look at it, couldn’t look away from his eyes, and then he was kissing her. Alicia wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with the same fervour, licking her lips when they broke apart. He was nodding, and she found herself nodding right along when he spoke. “I know,” she told him. Adrian wasn’t one to say things like that, but she had known for a while now, even if he hadn’t said it. “I love you, too.” Her smile was bright, her cheeks almost hurting, but it didn’t matter, because, good Godric, she just couldn’t not smile right now. “Did I get in?” she asked him, hooking her leg around his thigh and pulling herself to sit up straighter so she could read the letter in her hand. “Dear Alicia Fawley, I am pleased to inform you,” she read from the letter, “that your application to King’s College London has been successf-“ The words broke off into a delighted shriek as she wrapped her arms back around his neck and laughed. “I got in!”