She's never reminded me of spring, but maybe that's just because I've never been a fan of spring.
Lavender reminded me of spring in the good sense. She was always happy, and spring would be happy if it had emotions, I think. And her hair was blonde and her eyes were blue, and if spring were to be a person, it would have blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm pretty sure.
But this young woman is not like spring. We are in the library, and she is flipping through a book, researching something or other. Lavender never did research, unless it was last-minute, and the research was always poorly done. This girl looks up at me, and the deep brownness of her eyes makes me blush, because I feel like I'm being turned upside down, the way my stomach is fluttering. It's not very much like me.
I am doodling on the parchment that is supposed to be my Potions essay. I remain focused on her, continuing to stare when she looks away from me. Suddenly, I feel my quill snap, since I've been applying too much pressure on it. I am about to curse when she pulls out another quill and hands it to me.
"I love you." This has been slipping out of me a lot lately, and I realize what I've just said, although whenever I say it, it is in a form of thanks. My stomach is fluttering again as she replies, but what has she just said? I surely won't remember tomorrow, I'm only focused on her lips, and the way that they're moving, and I'm thinking…
Maybe I really mean what I say.