Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. Wouldn't dream of it.
You don't forget your first crush. You just don't. It's etched deep into your heart. Even if you're a respected witch with two kids and loving husband, it doesn't erase the fact that once upon a time you ached for smug blond's touch, your was pulse racing every time he passed by and your eyes were darkening when he shot a glance your way. Enemy or not, that feeling wasn't intentional or voluntary. It was embarrassing, shameful and oh-so-strong! That's why when you see his wearied face and tired eyes, you feel the perfect calmness, accompanied by strangely happy memories of youth ? when you couldn't choose what you felt and when rational thinking wasn't taken into account.