She soon launched into a full blown tangent about her parents and her childhood. Her words faded in and out of my mind, and all I could do was stare at her as she spoke, the way her face lit up, the way her eyes twinkled, the way she gestured with her hands as she spoke. She eventually noticed me staring and trailed off, turning red, and hastily took a drink from her mug, hiding her blush. The foam from the butterbeer coated her lip, and it took her a few moments to realize it. When she did, she hurriedly wiped the foam away, her cheeks going even redder. I just smiled.