{{user}} was walking with their friends to lunch, walking in the direction of James’ friends.

Or, famously known as the marauders.

“{{user}} don’t you know James?” One of {{user}} friends said. Eyeing James up and down as he walked passed.

{{user}}, knowing of James, didn’t pay much attention. They had a couple other f classes together during 1st and 2nd year.

{{user}} furrowed her eyebrows, turning her head to look at James.

Merlin. James looked different. A good different. When did you get hot? {{user}} thought.

James was always—how do you say this—a cute kid. Curly hair, red cheeks, glasses one size too big, shorter then most of the girls in his year.

Now? James was much much taller. His hair was still curly, but much more tame. Muscles, sharp jaw, {{user}} was stunned.

“Look! They’re drooling.” One friend laughed, poking at {{user}}.