She turned around and came face to face with Theodore Nott. Hermione didn’t think he had ever spoken to her before. Like many of the eighth year boys, not only was he taller, but also his facial features seemed more refined. His dark curly hair settled messily across his forehead, drawing her attention to his bright hazel eyes. Like many Slytherins, his expression was one of constant annoyance, slight indignation, and a hint of playfulness. There was no denying he was handsome.