Mental Meandering
I can see her.
It's strange, to be so preoccupied with just getting a good look at someone, but that is the only thought in my food-deprived brain this morning. Watching her without being watched in return.
Is it possible to fall for someone without knowing it? It must be, for my heart seems to have sided with the enemy without my knowing it.
Well, not exactly the enemy, but once Ron gets word he'll string me naked from the flagpole. She is his little sister, after all.
I know that, once upon a time, she had the same preoccupation with me. Now she never behaves that way, but Hermione claims the girl still likes me, if not at least in a friendly way.
I suddenly wish I were sitting next to her, rather than ten seats down and on the other side of the table. But lately my limbs have been conspiring against me and I'm reasonably sure that the long, ungainly things would only make me look like an idiot and end up sending orange juice into her already orange hair.
Well, don't I sound confident.
Ah-ha, here comes McGonagall, revised class schedules in hand. With Potions temporarily canceled, they seem to think it necessary to juggle everything around.
I take my schedule and peruse over the thing. I suddenly wonder what her schedule is like.
No! I firmly step on the idea, like some disgusting beetle. I'm not going to think about it. She's Ron's kid sister, definitely a big no-no. They'd lynch me- well, Ron and the twins would anyway.
But hey, a guy can dream, right? Says the annoying little voice in the back of my brain. I hate that thing. It's always trying to make me look like some moron.
Okay, back on track here. First we have Herbology….
