HP Wooden Rolling Pin

"Mr. Wood, Mr. Wood." "Miss Cotton." "Yes, is something wrong?" "If you don't look up at the road, your little head is going to hit the wall." "Oh," the girl immediately raised her head, but she looked straight into the man's smiling, warm eyes, and lowered her head again. "I just want to look at the ground. I can't hit it." This is the daily conversation between Mischa Cotton and her crush. Alas, I am worried, how can I not be worried? What should we do with this kind of cotton that is still soft when lifted? Oliver Wood has an idea. Roll it out with his wooden staff. [The warm and persistent big brother next door, the wooden boy, rolls out the shy, dedicated, soft persimmon and cotton little girl] Intention: Speak out boldly if you have love, just in case someone also has a crush on you