She, like thousands before her, had survived her first year of teaching. Now began the challenge, for me. As per her agreement with Mr. Weasley, we were to keep charge of the children during the summer holiday.
What had I gotten myself into?
I so wanted them to like me, but I knew nothing of how to interact with them. I felt irrelevant, and hopelessly incompetent. The children, however, were largely unperturbed by me; they went on merrily.
One day, I was noticed; appraised. Then Hugo, bless his heart, asked if he were permitted to love me.