VARELLA glances over her book for about the forty-fifth time, her eyes set on one being and one being alone. Harry Potter. She stifles a dreamy sigh as she gazes at the Boy Who Lived. Before he can catch her, she ducks her head behind her book, singing softly to herself.

VARELLA
I COULD NEVER ASK YOU OUT
I COULD NEVER EVEN TALK TO YOU
SO I SIT AND STARE THROUGH EBONY HAIR
AT THE ONLY THING I NEED

OBJECT OF MY DESIRE
CAN�T YOU RELEASE THIS FIRE?
THIS FIRE THAT�S INSIDE OF ME
BUT I JUST CAN�T SEEM TO BREAK FREE

OTHERS WANT YOU FOR YOUR FAME
AND SOME JUST WANT POPULARITY
BUT I AM NOT WHAT YOU MAY HAVE THOUGHT
OH NO, I�M SOMETHING MORE.

OBJECT OF MY DESIRE
CAN�T YOU SEE THAT I�M NO LIAR?
I LOVE YOU THOUGH YOU CANNOT SEE
PLEASE TURN AROUND AND NOTICE ME.

Though she does not realize it, Varella has gradually been getting louder.

I�M JUST TOO SHY, SO IF YOU PLEASE
WON�T YOU LOOK MY WAY?
I BEG I PLEAD, BUT REAL DOWN DEEP
I KNOW THAT I STILL MUST WAIT

OBJECT OF MY DESIRE
CAN�T YOU RELEASE THIS FIRE?
THIS FIRE THAT�S INSIDE OF ME
BUT I JUST CAN�T SEEM TO BREAK FREE

She finally opens her eyes and finds that Harry is staring at her. Varella's face goes a bright red and her mouth opens a little. Harry smiles, what Varella hopes is an approving smile, and nods.

HERMIONIE
You�ve got a nice voice.

HARRY
(nods) Yea.

VARELLA
Th-thanks.