She liked to wear heavy-knit, oversized woollen jumpers. She tapped the end of her quill against her lips when she was thinking. She liked sweet, milky tea, with dry toast. During their Occlumency lessons, when she sat cross-legged on the floor in front of him, her back to the fire, she would twist her riotous curls up to keep them out of her face, exposing the long, lovely arch of her neck and jaw. 