The girl was tall, much taller than the other females in her year. Her hair was dark and fell in waves down her back, and into her dark eyes. She was pale, and skinny, but she had a rather generous chest. Looking at her, your first impression of her might be that she was a cold person, due to the usually blank and uninterested expression on her face. Or maybe you might have found her intimidating. But Lina Tande was neither of these things. In fact, she was really quite passive.
She spent her free time up in her common room (the Hufflepuff common room), reading her many books. She loved her books with a passion, and they were really the only things she felt that she really had. Sure, you could argue that Lina had a friends. Hannah Abbott and Megan Jones often sat with her at mealtimes and in classes, and spoke to her like she was one of them. But really, Lina was a bit of a loner.
She rarely spoke, and when she did it was almost always in a very textbook manner. Short, and to the point.
Lina was a very naive and innocent girl. There were a lot of things she hadn't yet experienced, due to her indifference to everything and everyone around her aside from her books. She'd never gotten into a fight with anyone, never had any rumours passed around about her, and if there had been she probably wouldn't have noticed anyway.
Line was a very curious person, due to her reserved nature. She always wanted to know the reason for things, and what happened because of things. She wanted to know everything she could about everything, and books could only take you so far in the pursuit of complete knowledge.
Which is why what happened in fifth year was so perfect.
It was during the OWL exams, in the middle of her potions exam that she first noticed him. She wasn't doing very well with her calming draught, and had stopped to let her eyes wander the room, and they had found him. And stayed on him for a long while.
His looks were average, at best. His hair a dark mahogany sort of color, and a boyish smile on his face as he handled his ingredients. It was his hands that really drew her attention. The way he moved them was quick precise. They never hesitated or fumbled with anything. He was so sure of himself.
Looking down at her calming draught, which was supposed to be a very light lilac purple but had instead turned out a vivid pink, Lina couldn't help but wonder how that boy was doing this so easily. She'd never had very good grades, but potions had always been her absolute worst class. She couldn't help but feel a little jealous toward the boy, but she also couldn't help but admire him. He must be pretty smart if he could figure something like this out.
After the exam, she waited outside of the door to the great hall for him to come out. And when he did, she didn't say anything, she simply observed him quietly for a second time.
The only distinguishing characteristics she gained from this were his crooked smile, and the fact he was a Ravenclaw.
Surprisingly, she found she wanted nothing more than to know his name.