He has a halo.
I can see it shining above his angelic face.
Of course, in an instant he has moved away and the trick of the light has ended leaving me staring, open-mouthed at the same fallible human being I've always known him to be, but I know that if I close my eyes I could picture him, standing there, the halo of light marking him out from everyone else, adorning him like some gift of fate both terrible and wonderful.
My angel.
Only he isn't mine, at least, not yet…
I rub my tired eyes and try to return my thoughts to the blasted History of Magic essay I'm supposed to be writing. But alas! All I can think about is my angel.
"Don't you mean Uric the Oddball?"
He speaks! I turn slowly looking up at his face which for once is turned towards me.
"Um, oh yeah!" I look down at the page and notice my foolish mistake, in all my dreaming I've managed to write 'Huric the Pottball'
He grins at me as I hastily scribble over the words and there's a teasing glint in his eye.
"I've never been able to concentrate on History either." He confesses sliding into the chair beside me.
I can hardly believe that he's sat at my table.
Noticing that I'm still silent he searches my eyes keenly, still smiling.
"I was wondering if you'd like to come along with me this afternoon." He says suddenly. "It's just that Ron told me you're good at charms and Madame Pomfrey has offered to spend this lunchtime teaching some of us students a few simple healing charms."
I must have looked surprised because he leans back suddenly, as if withdrawing from me.
"I can always go on my own, I just thought…" But I cut him off before he can tell me.
"Sure I'll come!" I say, trying not to sound too eager but not managing to stop a big smile from spreading across my face.
"Great." He says his eyes shining as he stands up again and slides the chair back underneath the table. "I'll see you later then."
I nod up at him, "Sure thing."
And then he rushes away and I'm sure he's blushing as much as I am.