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Tom was sitting at the back of Slughorn's Potions classroom, watching the new girl play with the end of a lock of hair with one hand while she frantically took notes with the other. He did not think that she was a particularly attractive girl, but he had not been able to stop staring at her.
She was a little short of average height with the most ridiculous mop of frizzy brown hair. If all of this was true, why was she so intriguing? They had only just met and she was not pretty. He could have any girl he wanted in the school.
He could not be – would not be – falling for her!