Flawless
it was not her beautiful green eyes, that seemed to draw you in like a forest you wished to explore, or her long, red hair that was even more alive than fire, or her smile, her smile that included everyone and yet made you feel special, made you feel as though you were the only one she cared about.
no, it was all of her. every single flawless inch of her. from her toenails that she liked to paint purple, that you had seen when she used to run barefoot through the long grass of the fields near home, running away from you and you so desperate to catch up, catch her, to the very top of her beautiful head.
but you are not the only one to have noticed this. watch as the two boys enter your carriage and give her the once over. NO! DON'T DO THAT. SHE IS NOT LIKE OTHER GIRLS. STOP. the boys. james potter and sirius black. the end of your nose curls in distaste. GO BACK TO YOUR OWN CARRIAGE. james potter. his jet black hair hangs over his eyes but he makes not move to push it back. probably makes him think he looks debonair. and sirius black, treats everything like a joke. to him, it probably is. to his family, he probably is. and james, he's talking to her, he has a hungry look in his eye. it is a look you recognise, a look you know well. it is the same look you have every time you look at her too.
you feel yourself smile as she rebuffs them and agree with whatever she says next as they leave, the sound of their cloaks against the floor the sweet sound of victory.