Glance
Books were scattered across the tables, quills and spare parchment bits befriending the workplace in the same manner.
Pressing their noses fervently to the worn pages, Head Boy and Head Girl became acquainted once more with bezoars and wolfsbane.
After unspeakable amounts of time in their respective positions, Red silently stretched the knots from her back... and glanced up.
His brow was furrowed with a concentration she had only seen on the Quidditch pitch – or while he'd chased his favorite prize.
His hair – his hair was windswept as always, and somehow shining in the firelight.
She'd never admit it to anyone... but she found him beautiful. Beautiful and marvelous.
And she wished, with all her heart, that he would once again chase his favorite prize.
Somehow, as if he'd heard her heart's whisperings, hazel eyes glanced up and searched hers.
And she didn't turn her head.