Every potions class, Terry had the same feeling that someone was watching him.. But this time he knew who it was. The girl sitting behind him was always the one who was watching him, he now knew. The one with the startlingly big brown eyes, and the long wavy hair. Every class he tried to work up the courage to turn around and face those eyes, again, but ever class ended before he could.
He wondered who the girl was and why she was always looking at him. Did he have something on his back?
Terry reached his hand over his shoulder and felt as much of his back as he could reach, finding nothing. Shaking his head, he returned to mixing his potion, hoping to finish it before the end of class. Terry just managed to finish it not even seconds before class ended, and hurriedly got up and turned to leave.
He was immediately hit with the full force of those huge, dark brown eyes. The girl who was usually first out of class was still seated, today, bent over her cauldron with that same blank expression on her face as usual. Terry could see, however, the frustration in her eyes.
Professor Slughorn walked by, and gave the girl a pat on the shoulder "Watch the classroom a moment? Hopefully your potion will be finished when I get back."
And then he left them alone.
Shaking himself out of it, he lowered his gaze to her potion, which was supposed to be a dark navy blue.. But which she had somehow managed to turn yellow.
Without permission, he sat next to her, and took her cauldron from her. She looked at him curiously, tilting her head to one side "What are you doing, Terry..?"
She knew his name. Terry had never been good with girls, he'd always been awkward and shy around them and for some reason, this girl made it even worse. "Just.. Just fixing this for you. Um."
She didn't ask anything else, but she watched him the whole ten minutes it took him to straighten out her potion. Terry felt his face grow hotter and hotter as the time went by, and could only imagine in horror how dark a red his cheeks be.
Hurriedly, he poured some of it into a vial and corked it, handing it to the girl. "Here," he mumbled. "Your welcome."
He almost made it to safely out before being stopped dead in his tracks by her clear, unwavering voice "Thank you, Terry."
He didn't dare turn around and face those eyes again. Gulping and clearing his throat, he left in a rush.
Lina Tande couldn't help but smile as the mahogany-haired boy ran from the room. When he was gone, she looked curiously down at the vial of potion in her hand. Why would Terry help her? She was positive he didn't even know her name.
Lina made her way to the front of the class and write her name on the vial before placing it with the others, making a point of putting it next to Terry's.