Minerva McGonagall had been a very beautiful girl, Remus Lupin constated, as he lost himself in memories, again. How many years ago was it now, since he had first looked, really looked, into those dark brown, stern, yet intelligent eyes. And then… she had smiled at him. She really had. Minerva McGonagall had been a very serious girl, with a very strong sense of duty, but she had smiled at him. And- during their transfiguration exam! Well… she'd probably finished all questions already, for she had laid down her quill, and was looking… quite relaxed- if Minerva McGonagall ever looked relaxed- but… She was a year his senior, he knew, and she was also a Gryffindor. But that was all he knew. That was all most people knew about her. She did not have many friends, and boys were the last of her interest. Yet, nobody ever laughed at her. They all had a strange sort of… of… respect for her. As if she was a teacher, and yet… something different. Maybe it was, because she was, though very smart, very friendly and helpful. And very, very beautiful indeed… Those raven, wavy long hairs, which curled loosely around her head. And those wonderful, soft eyes, that had enchanted Lupin since that very, very first time.

He had decided to talk to her, on that very moment, when her eyes met his.

And he had.