Hours
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Tom was pacing. He had been thinking for literally hours and he still could not figure out his obsession with that Hermione girl. She had an odd name, bad hair, and she was just as smart as he was. For the first time his life, he had competition in school. He should have loathed her for it.
He supposed that he did, on some level. On the other hand, the girl was captivating. She did have perfect teeth set in a beautiful smile and she was the only student in the school who would stand up to him. She had done so just the day before, and he had been floored. It was so bizarre.
Although, he supposed her lack of terror could be construed as a bad thing. He was so confused.
He shook his head and resumed his pacing.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.