Jessica was passing by some men when she saw two yelling and shoving each other. As she approached them the black haired man punched, knocking the blond down. The blond pulled out his sword but Jessica had both of her swords out and against the throat of the standing man and the chest of the one still lying down.

"What have we here?"

"He was saying we are doing formations all wrong. He was trying to bring the men against you!" the blond quickly explained.

Jessica turned to the black haired man and found herself freeze for a moment before continuing. "Severus, had I known this I would have invited you to my tent much earlier. What is wrong with the formations?"

He made sure she put her swords away before responding. "We are easy targets. If we climb in a much less orderly way fewer men could be hurt if we are attacked."

"Do you have some ideas?"

"Of course."

"Then you will have to come to my tent at dinner tonight. But for now you are to train. All of you!" she finished by yelling to the rest of the men.

She lingered to study her old Professor. She had seen the spell affect those here in so many good ways that she expected the same for him. But he was putting in an effort. His black hair was already longer and pulled back in a much more… natural way. His skin was tan and steadily becoming golden. His muscles were well defined and toned. He looked stronger, lean and much more filled out. His long nose somehow managed to shrink to a still large, but much more natural size. It fit his much younger face. Gone were the sunken-in looks, hollow eyes, and wrinkles. He radiated of youth. He looked to be about 26.

Jessica walked away to the archer range. Aiming, she shot as fast as she could until all arrows were gone. None of the red could be seen through all of the arrows. Grinning, she went to take them out and sharpen them. When Severus came to her tent he found her sitting on her bed working on a large coat of animal skin. He watched as she carefully tended to it and began to sow portions together. After a few minutes she spoke up, startling him. "You can come in or starve, Professor."

"You called me Severus earlier. Why the change?"

She glanced up at him before whistling. A few men walked in with food and placed it on a table. When they were gone she replied. "I call you that in front of the men for command. In person… I haven't earned that yet."

"Earned? I believe you hold rank over me."

"True. But not in the real world."

He watched her for a few seconds in silence. "So when do we eat?"

"Go ahead. I am just finishing the first side. Who is sowing your coat?"

"I suppose I will," he shrugged, sitting down.

"Alright then, I will do that. Now what exactly did you have in mind for plans?"

"Separate groups of men led by your generals and most trusted men. Take shifts in certain patterns. Make our way up, have separate camps."

Jessica stood, putting the skin down and walking over to the table. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"When you sit down."

She sat and looked over the food. The meat was cooked well and soaked in spices. She took her pieces and poured herself some wine. He did the same and they began to eat slowly. When they reached for the bread they began to talk again.

"Would you be willing to take care of a group?"

He looked up, shocked. "Me? I haven't been here long."

"Well I would offer to let you lead the group, but I cannot. I will be leading no matter what."

"Then I wish to be in your group."

She looked at him and narrowed her eyes in thought. "Alright. You may be in my group. Next week we will organize groups and teach them the patterns which you will come up with."

He nodded and chewed the bread thoughtfully, ideas already forming.