A/N Double update lovlies :*

Elfy sat in the library, reading about Ekrizdiss. Information was very little. Thus, researchers of Azkaban refused to spread discoveries. Demian's notebook was placed nearby. It became her habit to take it with her wherever she went, frequently checking in the hope to see Demian's new writings. Every evening, they had long conversations, which made the young girl's heart and hands tremble in excitement.

"Please don't get scared." She heard Demian's voice from behind. Despite heads up, she jumped in surprise, spilling ink on books. "Elvein, I swear I approached you with my loudest steps."

Demian was still invisible. The girl hid away notebook, which made Demian comment with joy:

"Why are you trying to hide something which makes me so happy." He returned the spilled ink to its holder, and judging by the noise, sat on a chair beside her.

"But how?"

"Disilluminating magic. Pretty handy thing."

"I did not mean that. Even if you had three cloaks of invisibility, you would not have managed to get into Hogwarts".

"From the gates, of course, not. But, when I went back, after leaving you in Ravenclaw tower, I managed to discover three hidden ways out of the castle. Though, they look like troll's handwork. I promise to make one to Hogsmeade, personally for you."

Elvein shook her head. Still, she was not used to Demian's genius. Then she recalled the book and tried to hide it as well. But Demian was quicker.

"Ah! Grandpa Dimitri. Crazy bastard." She heard his sad smile. "If you are curious, I can bring you our family dynasty book. Though, I doubt you will be able to discover anything positive in it."

Elvein gave a reassuring smile in his direction, though it turned out she was smiling at the boys who sat behind the invisible man. It looked like he saw that too. Judging by the noises he made, Demian's face now was gazing at young students.

"Who is your partner at today's ball?" Demian asked an unexpected question.

"Dean Thomas." Followed her answer.

"Why?"

"He was the first one to ask." Shrugged Elvein.

"And when was that?"

"October, I think."

"October? And was the announcement of the ball made in October?" Demian laughed humorlessly.

"No, but Dean asked me if there would be one to go with him."

"Hm." That was his answer.

Elvein had a very uneasy feeling and looked at her fingers. She frowned while Demian continued:

"Everything is even worse than I've imagined."

"What do you mean?" She did not hide her displeasure.

"Look around, Elvein. Every head is turned towards you. Some of them even drooled."

"Demian! It's because of Veela. This is a very trivial thing, and trusts me; I stopped noticing those things long ago. Who cares? Let them turn their heads wherever they want."

"Heads turn till someone wouldn't twist their necks.'' Muttered Demian quietly.

"Demian?!"

"I'm joking, Elvein. I am not planning to commit my first murder cause of some drooling brat!" Then he came back to his senses, noticing how displeased and even angry Elvein was.

"I am sorry." Apologized Demian, kissing her hands. "I did not mean like that. I did not want to upset you."

Elvein sighed in almost relief. She did realize what slippery slope she took, but she did not want to turn back, nor was she capable of it.

"I was also invited to the Ball, so I'll see you tonight. By the way, there's a new year's present on your bed. I hope I'll see you in it." Last words were whispered in her ear. He kissed her cheeks, and footsteps were heart.

Elvein shook her head:

"I know you're still here. Maybe I am still oblivious of when you come, but I always know when you leave."

"My intelligent beauty." His words were whispered from another side. He kissed her other cheek and, this time, went away.