She stared at him, hoping, yet dreading he'd turn and look at her. He must think she's so weird, always gawking at him, always memorizing his every feature. His beautiful, striking green eyes, his messy, yet perfect, black hair, his lips – oh! They look so soft! Nobody could say that she was too young to dream of kissing them. Many girls her age, eleven years old, and much younger than her had done much, much worse! Right?
Her turned and appeared to gaze straight into her eyes. Oh, no, not the stupid blush again! Her face was burning, the friend sitting beside her giggled. She turned her head, looked away from him. It was torturous, not being able to look at him anymore. But…why did helook at her?! Could he possibly like her? No, there was no way in the world that that would happen. He would never like her…would he? All these questions flooded her mind, products of this unhealthy obsession. He was just a boy, she was just a girl. There was no need for all this fuss. Nobody else acted this way around their crush…did they?
It didn't make sense. She wanted him to like her. She was definitely much too young for anything else, she knew this! No, a simple mutual liking would be fine. Maybe, in the future, they could get married and have kids. Kids were cool. But not too many, she didn't want more than four. They would live in a beautiful house somewhere near the beach. Them and their four – make that five, five is a nicer number – kids. And every year they'd all travel together to London to take the older kids to school.
Yes, that would be nice. For the future. Now she was too young. Also, her six over-protective brothers might not be too happy about her getting married at eleven. Or her parents, for that matter. Plus, she'd want to do the wedding at the Burrow, her home, and if nobody in her family accepts her marriage, having the wedding there wouldn't be such a good idea.
In the future…that's when all her dreams would come true. But now, now she wanted a little attention! Maybe a smile – no, no smiles, because then she'd blush too much. He could talk to her…no, they'd tried that already. Didn't work. She blushed too much and never could answer him. Maybe if he just looked at her every once in a while! Well…as she just proved, that didn't work either. She blushed so much that she had to turn away.
Wait a minute! What was she thinking?! Every possible way for the two of them to interact was discarded because of her! Her and her stupid blushing. Maybe she should look for an anti-blush spell in the library or something. Or ask one of her friends. But then her friends would know that she likes him…Oh, well. They know anyway. But what if they don't know about it? She'd be telling her darkest secret! She hadn't told anybody that she liked him! Well, she did tell her diary. Did that count? She guessed it did count as somebody, since her diary usually answers her.
So, the anti-blush spell idea is also discarded.
Oh, well. She'd come up with something…some day.