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Chapter Ten

The next day around noon found Hermione and Abraxas fighting over Hermione's fear of flying. He had come over right when he said he would, but Hermione was still weary of flying. She had spent every second since his arrival, trying to talk him out of making her get on the broom.

"Hermione get on the broom." Abraxas ordered. This witch was driving him mad; she wouldn't even get on the broom. She raised an eyebrow at his command and it caused him to chuckle.

"I'm sorry. Hermione PLEASE get on the broom." He said emphasizing the please and giving her a smile.

"Will you get on it with me?" Hermione asked hopeful. She did not want to do this, maybe if he went with her this first time she wouldn't be so scared.

"Only if you agree that when I come over tomorrow, you will try flying by yourself." He said sternly and silently relishing the fact that she would be holding on to him this first time.

"Deal." She said firmly as he nodded and swung his leg over the black colored broom.

He looked back over his shoulder and saw her still looking at the broom hesitantly. He rolled his eyes and fought a laugh at her answering glare.

"Poppet, you know I'll keep you safe. I happen to be an excellent flyer; I was the seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team while at school. So please come get on the broom." He said as if he was talking to a small child.

Hermione sighed and made her way over to the broom. She threw her jean-clad leg over the side and sat down hesitantly. Hermione situated herself tightly around her wizard, clasping her arms around his taut stomach, and hugged her own thighs close to his own.

Abraxas let her get herself situated and was positively turned on by how she had wrapped herself around him. He silently wished his erection away and thanked Merlin that she couldn't see what her touch was doing to him. He fought a groan when she firmly placed her thighs next to his. Fuck!

"Hermione are you ready?" He managed to ask.

"Yes." She answered back weakly, closing her eyes and resting her head on the side of his right shoulder. She was beyond scared, and hugged him closer. She took a deep breath as she felt him kick off of the ground and felt herself accelerate forward. Her brown ringlets flew wildly into the wind as they began to fly straight. She clung to Abraxas desperately and chanted to whatever deity was listening that they wouldn't let her fall.

Abraxas felt Hermione cling to him tighter and it made him smile. He loved to fly and usually did so alone. Jack flew with him on his own broom when he could, but there was something immensely different about having his witch holding on to the back of him while he was flying. Especially since it was the first witch he had ever flown with.

They flew over the vast trees surrounding the area, past by some streams, and flew into the mountains. Abraxas was enjoying himself greatly, but smirked whenever he felt small hands hold him closer to her warm body. However, he had a feeling his little witch was not as happy as he was as he began to fly back to her backyard.

Hermione was positively terrified and made no attempt to talk while on this flight for fear of distracting him. She had kept her eyes closed the entire time of their journey, and was frightened to even open them. She knew she was being dramatic, but she just didn't care. The only thing bringing her comfort was the feeling of being wrapped tightly against Abraxas.

"Are your eyes open?" She heard him ask her as they continued to fly.

"No!" She replied fearfully and cursed him when she heard him chuckle deeply.

"Poppet, open your eyes. The view is the best part, and you'll have to have them open tomorrow." He said still chuckling.

She thought about it for maybe a second before she shook her head no into the small of his shoulder. Okay so when we land, I offer him any food he wants me to make and then we can never do this again.

"Open your eyes Hermione. Don't be afraid, I won't let us fall." He said reassuringly, tightening the grip he had on the broom.

She took a deep breath, tightened her grasp on him, and relented to his request. Hermione slowly lifted her head, prepared herself to see the clouds she was expecting. She slowly opened her eyes and watched as Abraxas bobbed and weaved around endless amounts of puffy snow white clouds. Every time he caught a cloud she would feel a mist of water splash against her face.

She didn't dare look down, knowing that could only end badly for the both of them. So she stared straight ahead as Abraxas steered the broom through the skies. If she didn't find this pastime utterly terrifying she might have said it was peaceful and very freeing.

Abraxas felt Hermione lighten her grip on him and secretly smiled. He had gotten her to relax while on a broom, and he felt somewhat proud that he had been able to do that for her. As they neared her backyard he began to look for a good spot to land. He saw the small patch of land that they had took off on and began to descend from the sky.

Landing as light as a feather onto the familiar patch of grass, Hermione silently thanked whoever was listening that she was brought back in one piece. She hoped off the broom and thought about kissing the grass, but shook her head deciding not to for fear of Abraxas thinking she had gone mad.

She was trying to regain her land legs, when she caught him staring at her. He wasn't staring at her like he was happy to be back to be at her home, he was staring at her with some emotion she couldn't place. It instantly made her blush and shift her eyes to the grass.

Abraxas watched as she had gotten off of the broom and for some reason stared at the grass before shaking her head. He was still a little aroused from their flight and couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her thick curly brown hair was wind blown, and her cheeks were flushed. She was dressed in tight jeans and a navy plaid button up with the sleeves rolled up, and she looked absolutely beautiful. He wanted her here and now, but knew she wanted to take this relationship slow. His feet moved on his own accord to the witch he called his own.

Hermione looked up to see him standing right in front of her. He was still giving her that look, so she gave him a sheepish smile in return and it caused him to chuckle deeply. He pushed a stray ringlet back from her face to wrap around her ear and cupped her face with his large hands.

Hermione stifled a gasp when pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead. Afterwards, he let his hands fall to interlock with her own. His delicious scent was mixed with the outdoors and began to fill her nostrils.

"Oh Poppet, what am I going to do with you?" He said good naturedly as he watched her stare at him with her golden brown eyes.

"Well, not making me go flying again is a start." She said cheekily and he barked out a laugh.

"No, you are getting on that broom tomorrow so don't even start that rubbish with me again." He said cocking an eyebrow.

"Fine." She said squeezing his hands. Damn it.

"Now my dear, I think it is your turn to teach." He said relinquishing one of her hands to accio his broom and slid his arm around her shoulders to steer them in the direction of the house.

"Yes I think it is my turn." She said smirking and wrapping her free hand around his waist.

"I'm sorry, you want me to cook what?" He said staring at the blue box she had given him in confusion. They had just gotten done with the tour around the kitchen and Hermione had handed him the small blue box.

"Macaroni and Cheese Abraxas. It's written on the box for Circe's sake." She said trying not to giggle at the very confused expression he was wearing.

She had left a note for the house elves that stocked the kitchen to bring her a box of macaroni and cheese. That next morning she found what she had asked for and smiled widely.

"I know what it says, but what do you really think my cooking abilities to be so poor that I cant make what's in this box?" He questioned his gray eyes searching her brown ones.

"Abraxas, you said it yourself, you have never cooked a day in your life. Now I prefer to have the kitchen not burnt to the ground, so please just make the macaroni so I can know that you have some cooking capabilities. The instructions are right there on the box." She said smugly watching him narrow his eyes at her.

"Someone is behaving a little cocky this evening. Which is surprising, considering you spent the whole afternoon clinging to me for dear life." He said smirking at her, as she blushed scarlet.

"Sorry." She said softly. I wasn't squeezing him that hard was I?

"You have nothing to be sorry for poppet. Plus it was nice to have your arms wrapped around me." He said giving her a wink, and began to read the instructions on the box.

Hermione said nothing and continued to watch the dark haired wizard read the instructions on the box with a concentrated look on his face. Today he was wearing a dark gray Falmouth Falcons Quidditch jersey, slim black linen pants, and a pair of gray boots. She watched from her stool as he flitted around the kitchen in search of the items he needed.

Abraxas was well aware of her eyes on him, but made no move to acknowledge her stare. He busied himself with getting the supplies and ingredients he would need for the macaroni. Once he got all of his supplies he set to work, starting of with boiling some water. He put the water it the pot, set it on the stove, and fired it up like Hermione showed him earlier. While he let the water boil, he read the other instructions on the box and began to cut the amount of butter he needed, then pouring out the amount of milk necessary into a measuring cup. This isn't too bad.

She watched as he finished cutting and pouring, then vanished whatever he no longer needed. Now that he was only waiting for the water to boil, he plopped down on the stool across from her and gave her a cheeky grin.

"That wasn't so difficult. It's like potions." He said matter of factly.

"Well, I'm glad your finding it easy."

"So what shall we do while we wait?" He said taking one of her hands with his own, needing to be touching her for some reason.

She thought for a moment and remembered a game she used to play with Draco in the early stages of their friendship. Yes, that sounds good. Let's hope he doesn't ruin it like Draco does with dirty minded questions.

"We could play the question game." She suggested lightly, twirling her ring around her finger absentmindedly on her free hand.

"Is that where we just ask questions back and forth?" He asked watching her fidget with the ring she seemed to never take off. Hmm… I could finally ask her about that ring and not seem at all nosey.

"Yes."

"Okay, do you want to start or should I?" He asked with a crooked grin and tilted his head to check on the water he was waiting for to boil.

"You can if you want."

"Alright, what is your favorite color?" He asked starting off lightly.

"Green. What is your favorite color?"

"Blue. What kind of flowers do you prefer?" He questioned and got up when he saw that his pot was boiling, slowly slipping his hand from hers.

"I know it sounds cliché, but I love roses." She said watching him pour the noodles into the pot, stir them and come back to sit in front of her. Again, taking her hand with his.

"Roses are lovely, there's nothing wrong with that." He said giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. I must make a mental note of everything she tells me right now.

"Cats or dogs?" She asked giggling at his bemused reaction.

"I think it depends on the cat or dog. I've met my fair share of both to know that neither animal is perfect." He said honestly.

"Interesting."

"Quite. When is your birthday?" He asked working his way up to questions of more personal nature.

"September nineteenth." She answered without the year on purpose. Maybe he'll just assume we're the same age.

"Hermione, that's almost two weeks away." He said puzzled by her lack of giddiness over her impending birthday.

"I know." She said confused by his reaction.

"Well, were you going to tell me?" He asked bemused. Don't women usually fawn over holidays?

"I honestly haven't really looked at a calendar. I might of missed it entirely if you hadn't of said something." Hermione replied. Technically it wasn't really her birthday, that's why she hadn't bothered getting excited over it.

"Hmmm…." Was all he said in reply. I'll have to plan something special for her.

"When is your birthday?" She asked changing the subject.

"October eighth." He replied rubbing small circles with his thumb to the hand he was holding.

"That's close as well." She said thinking of what she could do for his birthday. That is if you're still here on his birthday.

"Indeed. Why do you wear that ring on your finger at all times? I don't think I've ever seen you without it." He asked politely, not wanting to spook her away from answering the question.

Hermione looked down at her green encrusted ring, puzzled by the strained politeness and stifled a laugh. Could he be jealous? Of his own grandson no less.

"This ring was a gift, from my friend Draco. He wears a similar ring and it tells us if the other is in danger. We wear them so we know that the other is safe. In a way they're friendship rings." She said trying to ease her wizards' discomfort.

"Ah, I see." He said nodding his head pleased with the fact that the ring was not from a former suitor.

"Why do you like the Falmouth Falcons?" She asked gesturing to the jersey he was wearing as he got up to stir the macaroni again. She knew Draco was a fan of the Falcons as well and wondered if maybe this was inherited trait.

"What's not to like? They're a winning team and even when they don't win, they still manage to make the game interesting by knocking some heads around." He said smirking as he stirred the pot again, before coming to sit back in front of her.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Yep, definitely an inherited trait.

"Judging by the eye roll I take it you don't like them?" He asked ruefully.

"It's not that I don't like them. I just don't know what it is with you men and Quidditch. A bunch of grown men on brooms chasing after balls." She said cheekily.

"Are you telling me you've never enjoyed a Quidditch match?" He asked warily. This woman is crazy!

"I enjoyed watching when my friends play, but that's about it." She said shrugging. The only times she had even attended Quidditch games was when Harry, Ron, Ginny, or Draco were playing. Even then it was only exciting because she knew the players.

"I see." He replied shortly. I'll have to take her to a real match.

"My turn. If you had to live in one place for the rest of your life where would it be?" She asked staring into his steel gray eyes.

"Hmmm… that's a tough one. We have a winter home in Austria, which is hidden in with the trees, and to me that would be the one place I would want to spend the rest of my life. It has a beautiful view of a lake and the mountains. We used to spend Christmases there when I was younger and besides the Manor, it always felt like home." He said giving her a smile and then checking his watch. The macaroni was done so he got up to complete the rest of his task.

"It sounds wonderful." She said watching him strain the noodles.

"Yes, now it's my turn." He said absentmindedly while mixing the ingredients together. What should I ask her?

"What is the stupidest thing you have ever done?" He asked smirking at her reaction.

Hermione gave him a confused looked and racked her brain for anything stupid. She found a memory and sighed. Might as well tell him the one thing Harry will always laugh at me for.

"When I was in my second year of schooling, I made Polyjuice potion. On accident I put in a cat hair and was turned into a big cat." She said putting her face into her hands as she heard a bark of laughter.

"What? Are you serious?" Abraxas asked still laughing while he was stirring the macaroni.

"Yes, I even had a tail." She said embarrassed and blushed.

Abraxas laughed at her embarrassment and then he remembered that Jack was doing an experiment on what she had just said. He poured the macaroni on two plates, got the forks, their drinks, and placed the meal in front of her.

"You know Jack is doing an experiment on what you just said." Abraxas told her then shoveled a bite of his food into his mouth. It tasted good and he couldn't help but be proud of cooking something he made with his own two hands.

Hermione took a bite of her food and was happy to find that it was well cooked. She gave him a confused expression when he said that Jack was doing an experiment on what she had accidentally went through.

"Why?" She asked taking another bite of food.

"He said he couldn't find any research on the subject, that wasn't in an old language. So he's going to try it out and record his results for his apprenticeship." He said after he swallowed.

Couldn't find any research? There was a vast amount in the Hogwarts library. She was about to say something, but she remembered that she was back in time. That maybe those books and journals hadn't been written yet. Maybe you read one of Jack's books or articles.

"Well that's interesting I guess. Just tell him not to test it on himself, unless of course he wants to end up as a giant bunny rabbit." She said sarcastically making Abraxas laugh loudly.

"Oh he would be so angry, it would be almost worth it. Imagine a very angry bunny version of Jack cussing up a storm. Poppet, I would pay good money to see that." He said giving her a quick peck on the cheek, and stood to refill his water glass.

She blushed at the affection he was giving her and giggled slightly at the thought of his best friend as a large angry bunny. He came back to sit next to her and gave her a crooked smile.

"Speaking of Jack, he wanted me to ask you about us maybe having dinner with him." He asked. Abraxas knew that Hermione and Jack would have to get used to seeing each other, so dinner really was the best idea.

"That would be fine. He's your best friend and he seemed nice enough when I met him. I have a feeling I'll be seeing more of him." She said honestly and put her fork down on the plate. She knew if this whole situation were normal, that Abraxas would have had to meet with Harry and Draco, so it was only fair she do the same. Even if she had to go back to her own time period. No, stop thinking like that. Like Abraxas said, you will cross that bridge when you come to it.

"Good, good. I'll let him know and we can all go out for a bite to eat." He said happily and finished the last bit of food.

"Dinner was good Abraxas and the kitchen is still in one piece." Hermione replied cheekily, standing to grab their plates and headed to put them in the sink.

"Oh ye of little faith, I told you I would be fine. I expect something a little harder next time." He said narrowing his eyes at her with a smirk.

"Fine." She said grinning at him. But if he burns down the kitchen I will not be held responsible.

The next few days Abraxas and Hermione slipped into a lazy routine. He would come over at noon, they would do some type of flying lesson with her, and then they would end it with Abraxas making whatever Hermione set out for him. He hadn't burnt anything so far, but it had only been a couple of days. She had finally relented to get on the broom, but only hovered off of the ground for a few minutes before getting off.

Baby steps Abraxas.

In the evenings they would curl up on a sofa, whether it be in the living room or outside on the porch and enjoy each other's company. Abraxas would leave close to midnight, leaving her with a kiss on the forehead and a warm hug. He desperately wanted to kiss her on the lips, but decided against it. They had agreed to take it slow and he would. However, it got harder to do so as his feelings grew deeper for his little witch.

Today was Sunday and since Hermione had plans for tea with his former Professors', he sent an owl to Jack the previous day to meet him at the Manor around three.

Abraxas was sitting at the large desk in his office reading the Prophet when Jack came out of the floo. His shaggy blonde hair pulled back out of his face as he wiped the powder residue off of his green robes.

"Hello Jack." He said flattening out the paper on his desk.

"Hello 'Brax, anything worth reading?" Jack replied while striding over to Abraxas's desk, plopping himself down in one of the comfortable armchairs.

"No, it's all a bunch of rubbish." Abraxas replied waving his hand dismissively and gave his friend a crooked smile.

"As usual I see. So how have you been?" He said sinking further into the worn armchair. He seems to be happy. Hmm…

"I've been great. Hermione agreed to a relationship." He said beaming at his oldest friend.

"Congratulations brother. You didn't mention that in your daily owls." Jack said raising an accusatory eyebrow at him.

"I wanted to tell you in person." Abraxas said.

"Ah, I see. So you've been spending time with her?" Jack asked recalling him mentioning it in their correspondence.

"Yes, I've been teaching her how to fly. In return she has been teaching me how to cook." He said and frowned at the bark of laughter that erupted from Jack. Why is he laughing?

"I'm sorry what? You? Cooking? Does the poor witch not value her kitchen or her life?" He said still laughing. This witch must be something special if she's got him wearing an apron.

"Oh fuck off. I'll have you know I have been an excellent cook." Abraxas said affronted.

"Really? What has she had you make?" Jack asked skeptically.

"Macaroni and Cheese, Sandwiches, and soup with toast." He said proudly.

"Ah, I see. So you're working your way up to harder things." Jack said masking another round of laughter that threatened to make it's way out of his mouth. He could tell Abraxas was proud of his little victories in the kitchen, so he decided not to mock him any further. Hermione has obviously been praising his small victories. This witch seems to be making him happier.

"Yes I am. I'm not nearly as bad as Hermione when it comes to learning new things. She knows that when I come over she's going to have to ride the broom, but every time I tell her it's time she tries to come up with some new excuse." He said smiling fondly. Great, only been away from her for a few hours and I'm already missing her.

"Sounds frustrating if you ask me." Jack replied, watching his friend smile fondly.

"Oh it is, but it's worth it in the end. Now, speaking of Hermione, I think she could help with your Polyjuice study." He said looking at Jack's face frown with confusion.

"How? Does she want to be a test subject?" He asked confusedly and ran a hand through his hair.

"No, she told me she had a mishap with Polyjuice potion in her second year of schooling and turned into a big cat." He said grinning.

"Really? A big cat? Not like an animagus?" He questioned, his green eyes growing wide. Polyjuice in her second year? Circe she must be smart, that potion is still difficult to make now.

"I don't know I didn't question her on the subject. I'll leave that up to you." He said.

"So she agreed to dinner then?" Jack asked deciphering Abraxas hidden meaning.

"Yes she did. I just need to know when and where you want to meet."

"How about next Friday at our usual place? Around five?" He asked.

"Sounds good, now I need your help."

"With what?" Jack asked confused at the direction their conversation was going. Does the man not remember that I'm rubbish at advice?

"Hermione's birthday is coming and I already know where I am taking her. However, I have no clue of what to get her. Well, I kind of have an idea for a gag gift, but not a real one." He said with doubt filling his gray eyes.

"Get her some gum. Girls like gum." Jack said goading Abraxas.

"Oh and say what? Have a bubblicious birthday? No, I don't think so." He growled and Jack laughed.

"Bubblicious birthday? That's rich. Well, why don't you get her jewelry or a book? You said you first saw her at a bookstore." Jack said starting to throw out ideas.

"She has this ring that she never takes off. I could get her a matching bracelet. Should I get her a book and the gag gift?" Abraxas said while thinking of what else he could do for her.

"I think in this situation getting her too much is better than getting too little." Jack said folding his arms across his chest. Poor Abraxas, he's never been with a woman long enough to have to worry about these kinds of things.

"Right. Want to go with me to help pick the presents out? We could stop by a pub for dinner if you want." Abraxas asked rising from his desk and Jack followed suit.

"Yes, someone has to make sure you don't buy her anything stupid." Jack said smirking as he received a punch on the shoulder as he headed for the floo.

"Oh shut up. I'll remember this when you need help with a woman." Abraxas growled as they stepped into the fireplace.

"Yeah, yeah. I still don't know why you come to me and not Caelum about this crap." He mocked.

"You know why. The old man can't keep his mouth shut when it comes to my mother. Next thing I know I'm being asked if I want to have chicken or fish served at the wedding I didn't know I was having." He said rolling his eyes as Jack barked out a laugh.

Meanwhile, Hermione was at Hogwarts having tea with the younger version of her mentor. She was greeted with a warm hug and was taken to Minerva's private kitchen area in her section of the castle.

The apartment-sized kitchen gave off a very homey vibe. It was painted in a rich red color and adorned with trinkets that embraced Minerva's Scottish culture as well as her house loyalty. Hermione was somewhat surprised that she didn't have cat pictures on the walls, but then again Minerva was no Dolores Umbridge.

They sat around the small wooded table big enough for four, sipping their tea and chatting like old friends rather than new ones.

"So Hermione how are you liking the sixties? It must be very different from your time." Minerva asked with a small smile.

"The sixties are fine. It's just strange to me sometimes when I see people dressed the way they are, it reminds me of a costume party. Then there's the way that certain things look vintage to me, but in actuality they're fairly new. Overall, the sixties has been a good experience." She said honestly and took another sip of her tea.

"Well that's good, I'm glad you aren't miserable. Have you made any friends yet? I know it must be missing your friends back home terribly." She asked with concern written across her younger features.

"Yes, I miss them all so much. It's taken some time to get used to not seeing them everyday. I did make somewhat of a friend." She said sheepishly, knowing that Minerva would crucify her once she knew she was in a relationship with Abraxas.

"Really? Who is it?" Minerva asked curiously.

"Abraxas Malfoy." She said avoiding the other woman's gaze and Minerva narrowed her eyes at Hermione.

"Something tells me that there is more to this story." Minerva said cocking her head at the younger woman.

"We're kind of dating." She said cringing, waiting for the wrath of McGonagall. However, after a few minutes of waiting for the yelling to begin and it confused her when Minerva began to laugh softly.

"Hermione if you're waiting for me to berate you, you'll be waiting for a long while." She said grabbing one of Hermione's hands and giving it a squeeze.

"But why?" Hermione asked flabbergasted. Never in all her years of knowing Professor McGonagall did she relent on the opportunity to voice her own opinion when it came to her students. She had expected her to yell about how her newfound relationship was inappropriate and demand she break it off with him. Now here the same woman was, giving her a smile and squeezing her hand reassuringly. Who is this woman and what has she done with McGonagall?

"Because obviously if you're waiting for me to berate you, then you have already thought of the consequences this could have if or when Albus finds you a way home." Minerva said seriously.

"Yes I have."

"How did you come to be in a relationship with him?" Minerva asked curiously.

"We ran into each other at Flourish and Blotts, he walked me home and then proposed we have dinner. After we had dinner, he asked if we could meet again and we did. We went to see a movie and then he told me he would keep in touch afterwards. He showed up a week later, apologizing for not coming to see me sooner and told me he wanted to begin dating. I was very reluctant at first, but I just couldn't help it when he begged him to give him a chance. So now he's been coming over to give me flying lessons and in return I've been teaching him how to cook." She said taking a deep breath after she was done.

"Well it sounds like to me that he really does like you. I assume you've told him that there was a chance that you would have to return home, but why flying and cooking?" She asked cocking her head at Hermione which caused her to giggle.

"Yes, I told him several times. He said that we would cross that bridge when we come to it. And to answer your question, I'm scared of flying. I don't really know how to fly and a couple of days ago Abraxas hadn't cooked a day in his life. He wanted to learn so we made an arrangement." She said shrugging.

"I trust the man hasn't burned the kitchen down to the ground?" She asked cheekily and Hermione let out a loud laugh.

"No he hasn't, but then again I haven't let him cook anything that could allow that to happen." She said grinning.

"Good, and he enjoys cooking? It's hard for me to picture a pureblooded man in the kitchen." Minerva replied wryly.

"Oh it's an interesting sight indeed, but it's heartwarming to watch him get so excited about cooking." She said smiling fondly at the memory of him smiling when he made soup from scratch.

"My dear how could you not know how to fly? Did we not teach you in your first year here?"

"Yeah about that… I was so afraid after the first lesson that I convinced Madam Hooch to let me organize the Quidditch locker rooms and broom closets instead of having that class." She said giving her mentor a sheepish smile.

"I'm shocked she agreed. Rolanda is quite the opposite of a push over."

"I think it was when she saw me on the broom, that she took pity on me. Plus it wasn't as if I was going to try out for the Gryffindor team and I am quite the organizer." She said smiling widely.

"So is he a good teacher?" Minerva asked curiously.

"Yes, the poor man has more patience than I deserve." She said smiling. She already missed him and it hadn't even been a whole day yet.

Oh bugger.

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