Paying attention, while I teach is becoming more and more trying every day. She sits there in the first row. Her pink tongue licking her dry lips before they resume there place chewing on the top of her quill. I don't think she would every think about me the same way. She and I are so alike. We have become good friends over the two years of war.
"Miss Granger, are you alright?" I ask when I realize she looks lost.
"Yes, Professor Tonks," she answers. I will tell her, when she graduates. But I fear, what will happen then.
