I want to talk to
her. I had the perfect opportunity, but I messed things up. She’s just so
perfect… so sweet, so shy, and so amazingly hot… that I get all nervous.

It’s easier to
watch her in private, like at the library. I hide behind the stacks, imagining
what it would be like to take her somewhere nice. I pictured her standing in the Leaky Cauldron, waiting for me to arrive, instead of sitting in a library, cooped
up in school.

I noticed she’d
chosen the table that looks out onto the courtyard. She kept gazing out at it,
like she wanted to be outside.

What I’d give to
be with her… to walk with her over fallen leaves, to hear the crunch beneath
our feet, and then to kiss her, the cool autumn breeze whipping around us.

In time I know
it’ll happen. I’ll make it happen. Or else die trying.