Romilda sighed
Green eyes. Adorable.
Ruffled black hair. Mysterious.
Occasional arrogant ways. Bloody attractive.
Electrifying presence. Will these butterflies stop?
A friend calls her name and Romilda snaps out of her daze. Her eyes once again peek over at him and she lets out a deep, girlish sigh. She begins scribbling away at her parchment again, thankful for this distraction from schoolwork.
Mrs. Romilda Potter…Mrs. Harry Potter…Romilda Vane-Potter…
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