"Maybe," Dina conceded, wishing Spencer was pining after her right now. She hoped that he was sitting in his dark, lonely office, wishing that he was holding her in his arms instead. Instead he was probably having some lively debate with a coworker, blood pulsing, having the time of his life. Or something like that.
"What about when you organize those charity events?" Dina asked, trying to imagine a puppy like Draco Malfoy.
"I know," Dina sighed. "We are. I just can't help it. This place is so beautiful, and it's getting dark and the stars are so romantic... and we're too old to flirt with other wizards and feel okay about it." Jutting out her bottom lip, she frowned.
"I just hate that feeling, y'know? That you miss them more than they miss you."