I sit in Defense Against the Dark Arts, worrying about Professor Lupin and his illness as I watch Professor Snape lecture. It seems so unfair, that such a man should have a voice like that. His voice is fluid like butterbeer, soft like velvet, and still able to convey so much emotion. As I watch him talk, I find myself transfixed with his eyes, glittering black, unquestionably his best facial feature. Oh, a strand of hair has fallen into his eyes. Is it odd that I want to brush it away? Oh gods, am I in love with my professor?
