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One day, he realised with a barely visible jolt that he was being blatantly obvious, in a manner decidedly unbecoming for a master magician.
He was openly staring, his eyes a touch unfocused, his mouth slightly open, his chin resting clumsily on his palm, a light flush coloring his pale face. He immediately snapped back into composure, willing himself to pay attention to the wonders of integral calculus.
He couldn't resist, though, and he cast one last sideways glance at her.
She raised an eyebrow a fraction of a centimeter.
...and he realised that he was absolutely, irrevocably, head-over-heels beat.