Albus Dumbledore

A Muggle? She never thought she'd be interested in one of them, even though she didn't hate them.

But when you walked into that library and caught their attention, I couldn't stop thinking about you. About how your hair felt on your shoulders. About how your eyes gazed at the book on the shelves.

I didn't really know why I went back to that library every day. Perhaps it was with the desire to see you again.

That day, when he saw you among the bookshelves, his heart skipped a beat. You were having trouble reaching a book. He thought it was the perfect moment to start a conversation.

He came closer and grabbed the book from you, before offering it to you.

"Take"

he said, trying to sound nonchalant.