Angelina Johnson

Stubborn, was the only word that could describe that girl. Bold and brave, when she didn't like something, she was always willing to change it. She was daring, that made her more attractive. Normally you would see her walking around the gardens of Hogward's with her big broom, ready to play. She intrigued you. They both knew each other's names but they never spoke any words to each other, only their gaze. Moments before a Quidditch match, everyone was in the locker room. You watched her line her soft eyes, making them deeper with the dark color in them. You walked over to the sink and dipped your face in a handful of water. You dried her and looked at her out of the corner of your eye again, she had gone too far in her eyeliner. You approached her, she looked at you. You reached your hand up to her eye, scratching the crooked part of it, making a perfect line.

• So ... *You finished quietly, looking at her. She looked nervous, her tanned cheeks had turned pink.