Damn Potter.
Damn Potter and his stupid sexy hair and stupid gorgeous eyes.
And why does he have to wear his tie loose like that? Can he not see that I'm trying to work? What the hell is his problem?!
Focus, Lily, focus. You can't afford to miss this theory… what if it comes up in the N.E.W.T?
Oh crap, what are we learning again? What's Flitwick talking about? Birds, right… Avis. Tight circle, flick. Tight circle, flick. Tight circle…
Why must he drop his quill?
And why must he drop it so near me?
"Alright, Evans?"
Why is he such an arsehole to me all the time?
"Hunfghr."
Smooth, Lily.
"…What?"
"I said… I said…"
"That's enough of the theory, everyone! Partner up and take turns conjuring birds! Remember, tight circle and flick!"
Thank Merlin for Professor Flitwick. I might kiss that man.
Oh damn, he's grinning at me.
"Wanna be my partner?"
Yes. I wanna be more than partners, you prick. I want to run my hands through your hair. And possibly snog the pants off you.
Is he a Legilimens or is it just a coincidence that he rumpled his hair at this exact moment?!
"…Well?"
Oh, damn.
"Of course I don't." Good, Lily. Sound cold. Acidic. Venomous.
I think I'm losing my touch. He doesn't seem perturbed in the slightest. Well, to be fair, he never does. Stupid gorgeous twat.