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JK Rowling.
Hazel was intrigued. Everything about this boy, from his dark, shiny hair to his pale face and deep brown eyes was bewitching. Arrested by the sight of him, Hazel went pale herself. Who was he? Would he be sorted into the same house as her? She hoped so; he had the most amazing face she'd ever seen, and he smiled at her as he passed her on the Hogwarts Express. He was tall for a first year, and she estimated that he stood at around 5 foot 8. Hazel returned the smile, and then as he strode out, she glanced wistfully at him.
"If only..." she murmered to herself, alone in a compartment. Inside she felt she had no chance of getting to know him; she deemed herself average looking, had brownish red hair and her eyes were just plain brown, not quite as deep as his. She stood at a plain 5 foot 4.
Hazel's thoughts trailed away to her parents; her mother, a witch, her father, a muggle. She wondered if she'd get into a good house; a good house being anything but Slytherin. This moment had been in her mind for ages, and soon, very soon, the name of a house would be muttered into her ear, displaying her destiny and fortune. This was so important; but...somehow, she felt that she wouldn't even mind being in Slytherin if the boy was in it too. These thoughts were stopped by the return of the boy, who was looking slightly moody and pouting.
"Mind if I join you?" he mumbled, looking straight into Hazel's eyes without blinking. Hazel shuddered slightly but then smiled and said, "Not at all." The boy sat opposite Hazel, maintaining eye contact and he introduced himself.
"I'm Jesse...Jesse Rawlings. Hello."
"I'm Hazel Winters. Nice to meet you." Hazel replied, not particularly sure of what to say. Jesse's voice was normal, nothing particular special, nothing striking. He was well spoken but hardly used the Queen's English. Jesse thought different about Hazel, though; her voice was smooth, soothing. Her eyes were special, outlined by thick, dark eyelashes and her eyebrows were immaculate. Her long, red-brown hair was shining in the light. He considered her striking; but he felt he had no chance.
If only... he thought to himself.
Hazel was intrigued. Everything about this boy, from his dark, shiny hair to his pale face and deep brown eyes was bewitching. Arrested by the sight of him, Hazel went pale herself. Who was he? Would he be sorted into the same house as her? She hoped so; he had the most amazing face she'd ever seen, and he smiled at her as he passed her on the Hogwarts Express. He was tall for a first year, and she estimated that he stood at around 5 foot 8. Hazel returned the smile, and then as he strode out, she glanced wistfully at him.
"If only..." she murmered to herself, alone in a compartment. Inside she felt she had no chance of getting to know him; she deemed herself average looking, had brownish red hair and her eyes were just plain brown, not quite as deep as his. She stood at a plain 5 foot 4.
Hazel's thoughts trailed away to her parents; her mother, a witch, her father, a muggle. She wondered if she'd get into a good house; a good house being anything but Slytherin. This moment had been in her mind for ages, and soon, very soon, the name of a house would be muttered into her ear, displaying her destiny and fortune. This was so important; but...somehow, she felt that she wouldn't even mind being in Slytherin if the boy was in it too. These thoughts were stopped by the return of the boy, who was looking slightly moody and pouting.
"Mind if I join you?" he mumbled, looking straight into Hazel's eyes without blinking. Hazel shuddered slightly but then smiled and said, "Not at all." The boy sat opposite Hazel, maintaining eye contact and he introduced himself.
"I'm Jesse...Jesse Rawlings. Hello."
"I'm Hazel Winters. Nice to meet you." Hazel replied, not particularly sure of what to say. Jesse's voice was normal, nothing particular special, nothing striking. He was well spoken but hardly used the Queen's English. Jesse thought different about Hazel, though; her voice was smooth, soothing. Her eyes were special, outlined by thick, dark eyelashes and her eyebrows were immaculate. Her long, red-brown hair was shining in the light. He considered her striking; but he felt he had no chance.
If only... he thought to himself.