Sorry, meant to get this out yesterday, but my mother is sick, and I'm having to pick up all the slack around the house. I might end up missing work to take care of her tomorrow too, as well as taking her to the doctor's... Anywho, I'm sorry this is late. Let me know if there are any typos or mistakes in reviews please, and, as always, I enjoy reviews!

"Sadistic bastard." Sam said next to me. "Homework! We're almost done with college, and he's throwing more homework at us?!"

"… I guess it makes sense." I shrugged, opening my book. "If there are magical schools all around the world, I suppose there's got to be some kind of standardized teaching and testing."

"Of course you'd think that." Sam sighs next to me, and I ignore her to immerse myself in the literature.

An hour later, I finish the first two chapters, and then wander around the large apartment that we seem to be in. I marvel at the fact that there's no rocking sensation in here, remembering that the thing that contained this incredible space is sitting on the floor of the Endurance, which I know sways slowly back and forth with the waves of the tide. The smell of saltwater doesn't penetrate this apartment, and I think I like that, since the place smells pleasantly of nothing in particular. When I enter the common room again, I see that Harry is back, and doesn't seem to be at all inebriated, since he's quite clearly explaining the motion of the spell we learned in the book.

"So glad you could join us!" he snarked happily. "So, what did you think?"

"… It… was informative." I say hesitantly. And really, it was, there was enough theory there to satisfy most physics professors. "I honestly wasn't expecting for there to be that much theory to magic."

"Mmm. Imagine my surprise when I got to Hogwarts, and learned how much writing there was going to be." Harry said. "We wrote on rolls of parchment using quills and inkpots, and our essays were length dictated by inches of parchment written. And you couldn't write huge, or else your grade suffered."

"That sounds horrible." Sam shuddered, and I smirked as I remembered how many times she'd scraped passing grades thanks to last minute cramming.

"Yeah." Harry chuckled. "However, thanks to the fact that I'm only teaching the two of you, we'll be doing in depth discussions to judge your understanding of the subject matter, which will allow us to move through the syllabus faster. However. I expect you to keep up with Lara, Sam. Lara, use whatever methods you deem necessary to get her to keep up with you."

"Yes, Master." I say, and then I frown when I realize the Oath kicked in… "How is it I'm thinking in capital letters?"

"Magic is as magic does." Harry shrugged. "Now, Sam, you practice the Lumos spell, while I talk to Lara."

"Yes, Master." Sam says, and I see her blink and shrug before pulling out her wand.

"Come with me." Harry says to me, and I respond appropriately, trying to ignore the way 'Master' lingers on my lips.

We enter the kitchen, and he motions for me to sit at the bar counter, while he moves to the refrigerator.

"How much do you weigh, my apprentice?" Master asks, and I wince as I respond.

"About fifty seven kilos, Master." I say, uncomfortable with the way I'm forced to tell the truth.

Harry sighs, and I see him starting to pull out bacon, eggs, sausages, milk, and various other foods and ingredients come spiraling out of cabinets around me.

"Lara, how much do you think I weigh?" Harry asks, and I blink at the unexpected question.

"I don't know, maybe sixty eight kilos?" I guess, and see him shake his head.

"I weigh just over ninety five kilos, Lara." He says, and I feel my mind straining at the impossibility of it, looking at his runner's build and slightly below average height, versus the weight he says he is at. "Survival magic works in a lot of ways in our bodies. One of the more subtle ways, is in the sheer amount of mass we pack into our bodies. The average bone density for men is about 3.88 g/cm3, and for women, is 2.90 g/cm3."

He paused, and I realized he was making an enormous breakfast with all the ingredients he's gotten out.

"Why are you telling me this?" I question.

"Because, my bone density is 11.64 g/cm3, three times the average." Harry said, and I sat back, wondering if that was the totality of why he was so heavy. "Following that logic, your bone density should be about 8.7 g/cm3. Muscle tissue should be about 1.06 kilos per liter, while mine is 4.24 kilos per liter. Again, following that logic, so should yours."

I sit in silence, trying to figure out how much he is implying I should weigh, when he appears to take mercy on me.

"You should weigh just under eighty four kilos." He says, and I can't help my jaw dropping in shock.

"I'll be huge!" I protest at last. "I'll be fat!"

I can't keep the contempt of the idea of being fat out of my voice. I may simultaneously enjoy and hate my oversized breasts, but at least I know where all my fat is mostly going! If I were to weigh eighty four kilos, I'd have to be rolled everywhere!

"You will be precisely like how you look now."

And just like that, I'm riveted in my seat, meeting Master's eyes, and I try to comprehend… something there in those pools of depthless green, something that makes me understand that I am a mere mouse before an angry python, encircled on all sides by power that I can never hope to comprehend –

And then I can breathe again, and I'm hacking and choking on air as I collapse on the table.

"Do I look like I weigh ninety five kilos, Lara?" Master asks quietly, and I take a moment to answer.

"… No…" I choke out. "You don't."

"Then what makes you think that you will look like you weigh eighty four?"

And I think about it.

He doesn't look like he weighs almost twenty kilos more than he should. He doesn't move like it either…

"… I guess I'm still stuck in the mindset of magic not being real." I murmur at last.

"… I hope you don't repeat any of my mistakes." Harry sighs out, and I can't help but raise my eyebrows, but he's already turned his back to me once again, flicking fingers this way and that, and I realize that there's a full American breakfast being made in front of me. "Now, since we need to provide your body with all the nutrients it needs to achieve the weight class you need to be in, you're going to be eating one of my meals before you go eat in the galley with the rest of the crew. Yes, that means six meals a day, and a nutrient potion in the evenings before you go to sleep."

"… Um, just out of curiosity, how many calories a day is that going to be?" I ask timidly, wondering if I even had the stomach capacity for six full meals a day.

"Something around eight thousand." Harry shrugs, and I put a hand over my stomach.

"Over the teeth, past the gums, look out stomach, here it comes." I mumble quietly to myself, and then look down at the enormous plate of food Harry's just put in front of me with the necessary cutlery

"Eat up, and then once you're done, we'll have our discussion on magic, and have you practicing the Lumos spell until you go to bed."

I spend the rest of the night replete with far too much well-made food, discussing theory in depth with someone whose knowledge dwarfs my own, and practicing something that I had dismissed as fairy tales for most of my life.