The sunshine shone on her pink hair, setting it alight, glowing around her heart shaped face. She was frowning slightly, her violet eyes focused on her book. The sun caught her long eyelashes, and filled her whole face with light.
She was beautiful.
Compared to him, sitting in the shadows- scraggy, chin length, greying hair, an unshaven face, patched cardigan and old brown pants- he wasn't in her league. Their leagues were spheres that never touched.
So why was she smiling at him, and blushing? Why was he doing the same thing back?
Being stupidly, ridiculously smitten and not saying anything was killing him, really. He was going to die of heart ache, Sirius had told him.
Fantastic.