It began with glances. Quiet moments between classes. You caught him watching you once—thoughtful, soft-eyed—not like he was staring, but like he was figuring you out. He didn’t flirt. He asked if you’d eaten. Offered to walk you to Herbology. Lent you a quill when yours snapped without a word. You weren’t sure what it was at first… until you caught yourself smiling at the sound of his laugh. And suddenly, you were noticing him too.