He simply couldn't concentrate on his studies lately. As hard as he tried, the hair kept distracting him. At many moments he wondered when his mind had taken leave. Those fiery tendrils caught his eye whenever they popped into the library, or strolled through the great hall. He often attempted to take refuge outside, even in the winter, simply because he had to accomplish some work. How was he supposed to do anything with freckles dancing in front of his eyes? They were complete opposites, like fire and ice. All the warmth embedded in those locks, freckles, body, was matched equally by his coolness. The one thing they had in common was that they were both very beautiful. Maybe that was the only reason he couldn't keep his eyes off her, maybe it wasn't. Something had surely gotten into him lately. What was he doing goggling after one of them? Something had to be done, or he might soon show emotion, an emotion he would more quickly keep to himself.

:AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I feel this one is mediocre, and for that I apologize. Please tell me in a review what I should do to possibly improve it. Gracias.