"Oh Harry." She says while shaking her head. "Honestly, don't you ever read?"
He just looks expectantly at her, knowing she'll tell him soon enough. She sighs and gives him a cross look. She can't hold it for long. "A minotaur is a mythical creature with the head of a bull."
"Oh." He says. She smiles. His heart beats faster. He thinks her smile is like a sunrise; slow, creeping, and brilliant. He smiles back at her, warmth spreading through his body. He looks into her eyes.
"What?" she asks. He blushes.
"You're like the sun." He says. She grins.
"If I'm blinding why are you staring at me?"
"Your eyes." He says. She raises an eyebrow.
"Yes…"
"They're like big pools of mud."