Again and again Handsome had tried to conjure a patronus, but it just wasn't working! The frustration was overwhelming, but to think pessimistically was not the way to conjure a patrons. Happy thoughts only, right?

He took a moment to cool off, searching through his mind for any happier memories — ones he thought might bring a smile to his face immediately. The past year of his life had been full of gloom, but there had to be some good things. Making the quidditch team was a no, and he'd already tried his kisses and his head boy. All his other happy memories were tainted by sad reminders: memories with his father, memories with his mother, memories of a happy, whole family. Merlin, was he that down? Being sorted into Gryffindor seemed the happiest of the bunch, and most importantly, the one not tainted by sour memories.

"Expecto patronum!" he cast once more, his hopes high.