“Dad,” I began, and he looked over at me. “Tell me some more about Mum.”

He sighed deeply, and a small smile tugged the corner of his lips. “I met your mother, oddly enough, after I was released from a brief overnight stint at the jailhouse.”
 

 

“You know, I think I have seen a girl like her before,” James Knoll said thoughtfully, munching on his crisps.


“Really?” I asked with interest, propping my elbows on the table.

 

“I’m going to take your advice about having the Quidditch team help me out. Surely there’ll be someone willing to help a damsel in distress out,” I told Heather who waved to me, and I left, hoping that what I’d said was true. I certainly couldn’t learn to fly on my own, I knew that much at least.