Disclaimer: Guess what, everyone? I DON'T own Harry Potter! Surprise, surprise!
AN: Actually written for a friend who has to be Daniel Radcliffe's future wife, and is also oblivious to how beautiful she is, but I changed the name because I don't reckon she'd like it if I stuck her name on the Internet. This is 100 words exactly.
Harry blinked and rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing. An absolute vision had just walked through the doors to the Entrance Hall. Long dark hair, not too curly, with just the right amount of wave, and big, blue piercing eyes, complimented by flawless skin the colour of fresh cream.
Professor McGonagall bustled over to her and called for silence. The girl's eyes searched the faces and she connected with Harry. Harry's heart rate increased dramatically as she gave him a shy smile. McGonagall was speaking 'We have a late arrival, students, her name is Elizabeth Peeke'
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