she was doing it again, staring at him. it was impossible not to the way the light was hitting him now. He was back lit but the candle beside him provided just enough light to define his face. His short sandy hair was in need of a trim and his deep set eyes had not yet moved form the quidditch line up in front of him. She found it strange, he hadn't made a mark on the paper. There were usually eraser shavings littering the table by now. With out warning his dark eyes cut to her, in a panic she tuned her head so fast her hair flew. "Damn it!" she thought, "No hiding that!" With red cheeks she kept her head down the for remainder of the class.