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He never even looks at me. It’s like I’m invisible. How can I get his attention? I just want to see those eyes. Please, Harry, just look at me.
I’ve accidentally doodled a drawing of Harry, arguably a very terrible one. I didn’t mean to do that.
I know.
With a few thunder clouds and quidditch stands it’s done. Zapped by lightning, just like me when he enters the room. Good enough I suppose. He’ll hate it.
He unfolds it, and I can’t stop the grin when he looks at me. There’s something about those eyes…if only he knew.