The Girl in Glasses- HP Fanfic
I do not like the girl in glasses. I don't. Honestly.
I lift my eyes up from the book in front of me, The Philosophy of the Mundane: Why Muggles Prefer Not to Know, and sneak a glance at the girl sitting two tables away. She seems sucked in by the words on the thick tome before her, so I'm pretty certain I won't get caught. Her cheeks are flushed, her brow is furrowed and she's biting on the left side of her lower lip, which is her "concentrating hard" expression. She turns the page with a swift flick of her thumb before pushing her rectangular glasses up the bridge of her nose and tucking a stubborn red strand of hair behind her ear.
The light in the library is scarce, each occupied table having a lit candle as their only source. The moon is hidden behind the clouds tonight, meaning no moonlight can seep through the windows like it sometimes does, giving us extra light than nights like these.
The flame of the candle brings out the different shades of her hair, varying from dark