My mom died when I was nine and my dad sent me to my uncle because he was too busy being a big damn hero in the Muggle war to take care of me. Seems pretty fucking obvious to me that the "best fucking choice" would be Hogwarts.

[Sorry, Coulson, he's just always a little bitter when be has to explain things.]

Morons always overthink romance. [Himself included.] Sometimes the simpler things are the better way to approach it. Sometimes you're in love with someone but you don't know how to approach the subject because you're too busy fucking wondering if they even like you like that and fucking god what if you get rejected. Newsflash, it's not the end of the fucking world. You want that bitch? You treat her right. It's that simple. She doesn't pay attention to you? It's obvious she's not that into you, so pack the fuck up and move on.