"Who is he?" she whisper-yelled to Theo when they sat down in the Runes class. They were occupying the third row, giving her a perfect view of a Gryffindor sitting in the corner with his friend, laughing about something. His hair was astoundingly black and even more unruly than Theo’s, falling all over his forehead, and the glasses gave him a boyish appearance. He looked handsome, and Pansy felt struck.