Authors note: I'm soooo sorry for not updating sooner. I've been ubber busy with class and stuff. I will admit, I hate this chapter, I hate, hate, hate it. But, well, I tried. All people, persons, places are © by the great JK Rowling.

Chapter 5: Meeting Gellert

Albus politely invited Bathilda and her grandnephew inside. Albus was mixed on emotions at the moment and the last thing he wanted to do was to entertain company. But, being the good British lad he was, manners and politeness must come first. His mother and father had always instilled that in him. He lead them to the kitchen after many, "Why thank yous" and, "Now now, I will make the tea." with Bathilda.

Albus put the kettle on and settled himself into what had been the place where his mother always sat. A kind of awkward silence fell upon the three. Albus noted, what small comfort it was, Gellert seemed also to be wishing he were somewhere else instead of the cramped kitchen. As the tea finished, Albus flicked his wand and the kettle came over to the table and poured a generous amount of tea in each cup.

Bathilda let out a little throat clearing cough.

"So, Albus, did you hear Minister Spavin wants to further restrict the centaur herds roaming grounds?"

Albus shook his head slowly, his eyes glued to his cup. "I have always thought that if we continue to restrict the rights of other beings, we wizards will get what we reap."

Gellert made a noise of dissent. He too was staring off into space. Albus surveyed him, his eyes taking in the young mans look. He was very handsome, Albus thought. His curly blond hair that came to an end at his shoulders. His gray eyes seemed to hold this...something, Albus couldn't put his finger on it, it was humor, but also power. Albus could feel his heart begin to beat faster than normal. His thoughts were interrupted by Bathilda.

"I take it you have a different opinion then Albus does, Gellert?"

Gellert nodded, looking up at his great aunt and Albus.

"Vell, ve viards are at the top of the food chain as the saying goes. Vhy should ve let some nags vun around everyvhere?"

Albus shook his head and folded his arms.

"What you must understand is that we wizards have no right to take what is theirs. It would be tantamount to me coming into your house and forcing you to move because I don't like people with curly hair."

Gellert let out a sound, something between a giggle and a sigh.

"But I am a vizard, a fully capable vizard who doesn't live in pitiful conditions like those...those...horses. Vizards are, as I said, top of the food chain. We have special powers not granted to centaurs or goblins are other...creatures. So by all means, try and push me out, but." He smirked as he finished, "Be prepared for a real right."

Albus opened his mouth to respond when he heard a thumping noise from Ariana's room. He groaned on the inside as he stood up suddenly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we will have to leave it there. Maybe we can met tomorrow, Gellert? I will be more than happy to prove you wrong." Albus finished, his twinkling eyes on Gellert, who was still smirking nodded as he and Bathilda got up and went toward the door as another thump came from Ariana's room. Both Bathilda and Gellert's eyes wandered to the ceiling as Albus hurriedly led the from the room. When the door closed he pulled out his wand and sealed the door as he ran up to Ariana's room, he could hear Aberforth trying to calm her down. Albus gritted his teeth and went in the room.