You never thought she was attractive before this. No, she was always so intimidating, the one Slytherin in the family, with her short, spiky haircut and edgy way of dressing when they're at home, always quick with her wand. She was scary, even though she was a girl, technically four months younger than you. But when she storms into the library, where you're studying for O.W.L.s, her fuming from her breakup with Lorcan Scamander, you can't help but notice that she is very pretty. You instantly force the thought away. Cousins aren't pretty. Cousins aren't attractive.
But still, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes focused and dark, for once mad at somebody that you aren't related to, and you realize that maybe, just maybe, you think she's beautiful. There could never be anything between you two, though, because even if the cousin thing didn't matter, she's still a Slytherin, rebellious and temperamental, yet still cunning and clever, and you're the quiet Hufflepuff trailing along after Louis. She never bats an eye at you, too caught up with Roxanne, or Rose, or somebody interesting.
You wish you were interesting to her.
