Hinkypunk Once again she sat in the library. Studying. Well, trying at least. It wasn´t that she didn´t understand her homework or the reading material. No, she knew that like the back of her hand. What was bothering her sat five seats away from her, smelled of cologne, was 187 cm at height and had been given the name James Potter. And the worst part about her staring at him was the fact that this wasn´t the first time nor would it be the last. He had matured over the years. The times when...