When she did notice him, he almost fled himself. Instead, as the book fell, he stood and walked towards her, his eyes not willing to look away from her until he reached the book. Bending down, he grasped the book and standing back up, couldn't help it when his eyes moved along her bare calves before he was looking back up at her. Holding the book up, he cleared his throat, his voice cracking still.

"You dropped this."

He waited, holding the book. When she didn't take it, he leaned up and pushed it onto the shelf, though in the wrong spot as he wasn't able to tear his eyes from her own. Free of the book, his eyes nearly level with her own, given her height and the stool, he tugged a shaky smile to his face. The smile faltered a moment later. "I want to talk to you, Wynne. That can't be a surprise to you. It's more than obvious I've not stopped thinking about you and I'm done just waiting for you to actually talk to me."

His tone was low; low and, despite his best attempt, desperate. Not since being back in Hogwarts had he felt so much like his very breath and existence hinged on the words that a girl would say back to him. He hated feeling this way, but it didn't stop him from holding her gaze, his hand somehow finding one of her own and grasping it with a grip that was likely hurting her. "I'm not a terrible person, Wynne."


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