I swear to God I just caught her looking at me. Or did I? I mean I thought I saw her eyes widen and then her head snap down to her paper, all in the space of a nanosecond. But maybe it's just my imagination. I want her to see me so badly, that I've gotten to the point of hallucinating.
Dear Lord I need to stop obsessing over Lily Evans. She's too clever, too beautiful, too perfect to go for a guy like me. Instead I'll obsess over Maths… Solve for x…
Eh, who am I kidding, Maths doesn't make my heart pound like she does. She manages to make me feel as though I've been shot with adrenaline, my body perceptive to any slight movement in the surroundings. If anything Maths makes my heart slow down, possibly to the point of stopping altogether. Has algebra always been this dull?
I swear to God I just caught him looking at me. Or did I? I mean I thought I saw his face soften slightly as his eyes slid over to fixate on me. But maybe it's just my imagination. I want him to see me so badly, that I've gotten to the point of hallucinating.
Dear Lord I need to stop obsessing over James Potter. He's the Headmaster's boy who rode in here on a golden horse. I'm just the council estate kid who rode here on a tentative scholarship. Instead, I better focus on my work. You don't get paid for fantasising about a boy.
Eh, who am I kidding, I can't stay away. I can't talk to him, or interact with him in any way except awkward smiles and stuttered hellos, but somehow, it's enough.