Episode Eighty Three

            Sometimes, when you wait for something to happen and nothing happens at all you begin to wonder if anything's ever happened in the history of the world. Life becomes mundane, even in a magical castle.

            The students were the usual mixed bunch of boisterous, confused and timid. Draco was back to his usual snide self. Harry and Ron were taking Hermione's study schedule seriously this year. Neville was still struggling in Potions, but with a noticeable amount of patience from Professor Snape he was improving and becoming more attentive in class.

            Graves was getting about as restless as Gwen was. Neither could wait for the end of the term. They were working out plans for a trip to someplace exotic, just the two of them. It seemed like a good idea, a real chance for them to get away and figure out what exactly was going on with their relationship.

            It wasn't so different from the way they behaved in the dream world. Anyone on the outside might think they were dating, but anyone on the inside knew that they were just really good friends who happened to be highly attracted to one another.

            Gwen was thinking that maybe the death eaters had gotten wind of Graves' ruse. Perhaps they had learned he was at Hogwarts and because they knew he would warn Dumbledore they decided to scrap the plan. But this wasn't true, it was just that the death eaters were taking their sweet time putting their plan into action.

            Gwen learned that day that when you least expect it, the adventure comes to you.