Theda
How long would it take him to realize I wasn't interested? Sure, I liked him, but not in the way he was after. Also, being obnoxious about his infatuation was not the way to my heart.
I followed Kaytee down to the water, listening to her rant about the owner of the Appleby Arrows. Well, sort of listening. It was the full moon last night, and it had been one of dad's worst transformations in ages. He still looked like death. I don't know when I found out that my dad was a werewolf. It was just always one of those things I had known, like that some people had white skin and some people had black skin and that it didn't matter either way.
"Did you hear?" Kaleb interjected suddenly from behind us. "The new Transfiguration professor is McGonagall's daughter!"
"What?! McGonagall has a daughter?!" I asked, completely shocked. I had never heard of her, but that wasn't really too surprising. I didn't pay attention to wizarding gossip. Or Muggle gossip.
"Yeah. Didn't you know she and Dumbledore had a thing going back when Harry was at Hogwarts?" Kaytee asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I had no idea. So is she Harry's age then or what?"
"Yeah, about. I think she might be a couple years older."
"But, where's she been then? I mean, she could've taken the post when McGonagall became Headmistress, or a few years after. Professor Koke has been there for fifteen years."
"I dunno. I think she's been in America or France or somewhere."
Kaytee's little brother Sam came running up to us.
"Come in the water! It's nice and warm this time!" I laughed and ruffled his hair.
"Okay kid. Just a sec."
Half a minute later, I discovered that his definition of warm totally did not match mine.