3) JUXTAPOSE
Harry bit the tip of his quill, staring off into the distance of the expansive library. He couldn't concentrate on finishing his paper on the ruling class during the Gargoyle Rebellion of the 1920's. Huffing, he turned the page of the ancient text in front of him.
There he was again, his eyes landing on a familiar form across the library. He happened to be so opposite of Harry. He just could not fathom such a difference.
Harry raked a hand through his hair: shaggy, unruly and dark brown. He shifted, to ink the words 'eco-magical sanctions' randomly upon his essay. He glanced up again, biting his lip as he scratched the tanned skin of his left arm.
White blond hair. Pale, clear skin. Slender, built body… the list could go on and on. But Harry, stuck in his sheepish character, merely blushed at the thought before returning to the words of historical author, Roger Lindeck.
"…and this was done so that the Gargoylian liberties and rights would be respected and honored in all forms and systems of government." Harry blinked with exhaustion. He started to nod off, but was suddenly stunned as he watched a student saunter up to him. Harry never sauntered, instead he chose to normally fade into the background as he strolled humbly and modestly. Harry was, above all, very modest.
Unlike him, he added mentally.
"I guess that's the great thing, Potter," the man whispered into his ear as he descended upon Harry, "…we juxtapose each other in every possible way."