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Alisabelle entered with a smile on her face, "It is so good being here! I love seeing all these people I used to know, all these faces that I recognize and they recognize me."
"Alisa! Good to see you on this fine morning!" Dumbledore said, "I was just speaking to-"
She cut him off, "I know Albus, they're right there in front of you." She laughed. "Are you quite finished with them? It's my first Saturday here again and I'd love to talk with them."
"I am done with them, however not with you. Please, children, go back to your common room, Alisa will join you nearly as soon as you get there." Dumbledore said.
"Perhaps, Ron, you could wait for me by the statue, we can walk to the common room together." Alisa smile and Ron nodded. Ron smiled and nodded. Then Harry, Hermione, and Ron all headed toward the stairwell. They all went down, Harry smirking at Ron. "I'll see you later..." He smiled before he and Hermione walked off.
Ron waited patiently at the bottom of the stairwell. He hadn't expect to hear anything, he had assumed both Alisa and Dumbledore wished to guard the conversation, but he heard the whispering. "Alisa, you know what I'm going to tell you." Dumbledore said.
"Yes, I do, so don't say it." Was Alisa's response, "Nothing has even begun. We have only shared smiles, glances, and words. Between you and Severus, I'll never touch a man."
"We only-" Dumbledore began.
"There isn't anything yet! I haven't even admitted feelings to myself. You two should really stay out of what doesn't effect you." She said defensively.
"You know that everything you do effects us now that's you've returned." Dumbledore said.
"It was the same way when I was here before. You can't protect me from everything." She said.
"But can you protect what you're here to protect with him on your mind?" Dumbledore asked.
"He is what I'm here to protect. Please, leave me alone on the matter." She sighed, "You always play things out too far. Perhaps now he will be frightened of me."
"Can he hear us?" Dumbledore asked, and Ron's ears turned red just thinking of how Dumbledore would have looked at him.
"Yes. He is waiting for me as well. I want to enjoy the Saturday." She said, "Have a good day, Albus." And she walked to the stairwell, smiling as she came down.
He returned her smile, feeling even more drawn to her knowing his feelings were at least partially returned. "I'm terribly sorry about all that, Albus sometimes feels as though he can make my decisions for me. If it were up to him, I'd live in a cage." She laughed.
"It's alright. My mother is the same way." He smiled at her, studying her frame. She was very slight and looked as though she had no imperfections. She touched her stomach gently when she laughed or giggled and her hand were just perfect. Her long nails suited her slim graceful fingers, which she pulled through her hair to smooth it. Her legs were long and smooth, uncovered by her skirt. She wasn't frail, however. Ron could tell she was athletic and probably rode a broom well.
Her smile lit, she took his hand, "Come on, we should head to the common room, Harry is waiting anxiously to hear my story and Hermione has been pacing since she got there."
Ron's hand slid into hers and he felt as though no other hand could ever fit his as well. He was amazed that he smiled so often in her presence, when he was usually scared out of his wits because of some impending trouble which Harry and Hermione usually got him out of. It suddenly occurred to him that he rarely saved the day. He remembered his triumph at wizard chess in his first year, but there wasn't much else to his resume. He was often the most frightened of the bunch and did the least. Sometimes he seemed like a hindrance to them rather than a friend. He felt very down, did she know what a loser he was?
"This place is just as I remember! I must say I do love it here. I heard the Willow wasn't doing as well as it once was. It's a pity, it is such a nice tree!" Her words interrupted his thoughts.
"The Womping Willow you mean?" Ron asked.
"Yes, do you know why it has been sickly?" She asked.
"It had a run in with a car," Ron said, "A few years back."
She paused for a moment, "A car? But what was such a muggle device doing here?"
"You don't want to know." Ron said.
"Mmm." She thought for a moment, "That can't be the only reason. I'll have to ask it at some point."
"Ask it?" Ron said.
"Elves speak to the trees." Alisa said.
"Oh, right." Ron remembered as they approached the common room. "Snufflelog." And the portrait swung open. "Welcome to Gyffindor common room." Harry was waiting impatiently on a couch and Hermione was pacing.
"Perhaps you'll explain it now?" Harry said to Alisabelle.
She looked around at the people surrounding them, "I'll tell you what I can, but let's go somewhere more private."
Alisabelle entered with a smile on her face, "It is so good being here! I love seeing all these people I used to know, all these faces that I recognize and they recognize me."
"Alisa! Good to see you on this fine morning!" Dumbledore said, "I was just speaking to-"
She cut him off, "I know Albus, they're right there in front of you." She laughed. "Are you quite finished with them? It's my first Saturday here again and I'd love to talk with them."
"I am done with them, however not with you. Please, children, go back to your common room, Alisa will join you nearly as soon as you get there." Dumbledore said.
"Perhaps, Ron, you could wait for me by the statue, we can walk to the common room together." Alisa smile and Ron nodded. Ron smiled and nodded. Then Harry, Hermione, and Ron all headed toward the stairwell. They all went down, Harry smirking at Ron. "I'll see you later..." He smiled before he and Hermione walked off.
Ron waited patiently at the bottom of the stairwell. He hadn't expect to hear anything, he had assumed both Alisa and Dumbledore wished to guard the conversation, but he heard the whispering. "Alisa, you know what I'm going to tell you." Dumbledore said.
"Yes, I do, so don't say it." Was Alisa's response, "Nothing has even begun. We have only shared smiles, glances, and words. Between you and Severus, I'll never touch a man."
"We only-" Dumbledore began.
"There isn't anything yet! I haven't even admitted feelings to myself. You two should really stay out of what doesn't effect you." She said defensively.
"You know that everything you do effects us now that's you've returned." Dumbledore said.
"It was the same way when I was here before. You can't protect me from everything." She said.
"But can you protect what you're here to protect with him on your mind?" Dumbledore asked.
"He is what I'm here to protect. Please, leave me alone on the matter." She sighed, "You always play things out too far. Perhaps now he will be frightened of me."
"Can he hear us?" Dumbledore asked, and Ron's ears turned red just thinking of how Dumbledore would have looked at him.
"Yes. He is waiting for me as well. I want to enjoy the Saturday." She said, "Have a good day, Albus." And she walked to the stairwell, smiling as she came down.
He returned her smile, feeling even more drawn to her knowing his feelings were at least partially returned. "I'm terribly sorry about all that, Albus sometimes feels as though he can make my decisions for me. If it were up to him, I'd live in a cage." She laughed.
"It's alright. My mother is the same way." He smiled at her, studying her frame. She was very slight and looked as though she had no imperfections. She touched her stomach gently when she laughed or giggled and her hand were just perfect. Her long nails suited her slim graceful fingers, which she pulled through her hair to smooth it. Her legs were long and smooth, uncovered by her skirt. She wasn't frail, however. Ron could tell she was athletic and probably rode a broom well.
Her smile lit, she took his hand, "Come on, we should head to the common room, Harry is waiting anxiously to hear my story and Hermione has been pacing since she got there."
Ron's hand slid into hers and he felt as though no other hand could ever fit his as well. He was amazed that he smiled so often in her presence, when he was usually scared out of his wits because of some impending trouble which Harry and Hermione usually got him out of. It suddenly occurred to him that he rarely saved the day. He remembered his triumph at wizard chess in his first year, but there wasn't much else to his resume. He was often the most frightened of the bunch and did the least. Sometimes he seemed like a hindrance to them rather than a friend. He felt very down, did she know what a loser he was?
"This place is just as I remember! I must say I do love it here. I heard the Willow wasn't doing as well as it once was. It's a pity, it is such a nice tree!" Her words interrupted his thoughts.
"The Womping Willow you mean?" Ron asked.
"Yes, do you know why it has been sickly?" She asked.
"It had a run in with a car," Ron said, "A few years back."
She paused for a moment, "A car? But what was such a muggle device doing here?"
"You don't want to know." Ron said.
"Mmm." She thought for a moment, "That can't be the only reason. I'll have to ask it at some point."
"Ask it?" Ron said.
"Elves speak to the trees." Alisa said.
"Oh, right." Ron remembered as they approached the common room. "Snufflelog." And the portrait swung open. "Welcome to Gyffindor common room." Harry was waiting impatiently on a couch and Hermione was pacing.
"Perhaps you'll explain it now?" Harry said to Alisabelle.
She looked around at the people surrounding them, "I'll tell you what I can, but let's go somewhere more private."