She was thinking idly about the charms essay in front of her, looking around the library for a distraction, when she noticed him. His brow was furrowed in concentration over a book, his left hand stroking absently over a mended patch of robe on his right forearm. She watched, entranced, essay forgotten on the table before her. She made it her mission to sit where she could watch him in the library whenever possible.
On the day she closed her eyes and imagined his long hands on her cheek, stroking softly, she gathered her books, went over, and introduced herself.