For a while I just stand there and behold her. This mystery. This dangerous, feral, clever, arcane, beautiful, fragile and at the same time strong woman. She's nothing like the girl she used to be. Still, I'm intrigued by what I see these days, even though I have no idea why. For a while I refused to accept it, but basically the first stirrings of this fascination have been there since the day she first strutted into the dining hall. It exists and I can't deny it, let alone suppress it, because I just don't know how to do something like that without Occlumency.