Prompts: Stutter (#264), coffee.

Megan Jones

She couldn't help it, the stutter. Not when she was looking into his eyes. They were light, like amber and so full of kindness and something that looked so much like warmth and amusement.

But his smile didn't really seem to touch his eyes.

Megan didn't really understand it. When everyone was going crazy over Lockhart the previous year and yet with this man, so wonderful and sweet...

No one really looked twice at him, unless it was to comment on his shabby clothes, or about how sick he seemed.

But Megan didn't care. He was so handsome with his light colored locks, even peppered with grey as they were.

Blushing, Megan looked away from his handsome face, feeling her cheeks flame red.

She herself, she knew that she wasn't much to look at; she was a little overweight, with limp, dirty-blonde hair and eyes as dark and boring as coffee beans.

No one ever looked twice at her either. And for the most part, there was really no reason.

She wasn't brilliant like Granger, she wasn't gorgeous like Greengrass, and she wasn't charming like MacDougal.

She was nothing.

She was okay with that... after all, he was her Professor, it wasn't as if he could give her any particular thought.

But she was content, just to soak in his generous, good-nature and his under-rated but highly handsome features. They helped fuel her day-dreams, which made every day pass all the more quickly and his mere presence made getting up every morning something to look forward to.


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