.Severus Snape.

The extensive school garden is the best place to read and get lost in your own thoughts, he enjoyed his moments of solitude when he was not with his friends, or being bothered by Potter and his colleagues. Until... he found himself indirectly accompanied by a young Ravenclaw who lay down on the grass to read, the routine was repeated so many times that Snape memorized the number of pages she used to read, her pace when reading, her gestures, absolutely everything. He couldn't help but be curious about her, Almost no one read near him, they never exchanged words, nor does he boast about the other's presence in classes, he could swear that she was more mysterious than himself Today is one of those days, he looked away at her, she was so far away and concentrated, he marveled at her peace, he examined her body analytically, she smiled, she was reading a book on potions, Snape's favorite subject, he returned to focusing on his book, somewhat embarrassed for reacting like that over something so inconsequential, he felt silly