Just fascinating

Hair was fascinating; much safer than the people who were filling into the room around her. The way the light played off each strand, was really quite captivating as her fingers continued to run through them with a focus that was almost unnatural. One could even think that she was counting each stroke, though truth was she wasn't. Part of her wasn't even really aware that she was doing it.

There just students, just other students.

She was constantly reminding herself that. Trying to tell herself that she had been safe at school for years, and it wasn't going to change now. Just because she had thought she'd be safe walking home as well didn't mean anything.

But she had thought that and now...

Her eyes reached up and met with a particularly unpleasant looking seventh year from the Gryffindor table, causing her to jump, and continue playing with her hair all over again.

Hair was just fascinating, wasn't it?