Lori yelled "Tempus Spatium" at the portrait of the Fat Lady- "My, my, someone has a temper," the Fat Lady noted- and stormed into the common room. Irene was sitting in one of the common room chairs, catching up on her missing assignments from Potions. She looked up from her parchment, only to find that Lori had an angry expression on her face. Irene furrowed her eyebrows and squinted her eyes before she asked, " What did Malfoy do this time?".

Lori shook her head. "Malfoy didn't do anything...that I know of...recently. It's Michael. He's treating me like I'm his dog. One moment, he will do something so romantic, the next he will tell me what I can and can't do. The way he makes me feel... I hate it!" Lori ranted to her best friend.

Irene sighed. "That's called being in love, Lori," she said, writing her essay once more.

"How would you know?" Lori asked Irene.

Irene stopped doing what she was doing for a minute, her eyes were wide open. She held back tears at the thought of her and Lucius Malfoy. She loved him more than life, even though she didn't show it. Then, that one night occurred, and everything changed. Irene shook the thought of her past out of her head. "I don't," she lied.

Lori opened her mouth to say something, but Irene looked like she was going to cry. She sighed. "I'm going to bed," Lori announced.

Lori walked up the spiral staircase and walked into her dorm. She changed into her night-clothes and lied in bed. Her head was racing with thoughts. The TARDIS, the Doctor, Irene's past, her feelings for Michael, and her parents were all a good chunk of them. She closed her eyes, but she knew sleep was long in coming.

Morning eventually came around, and Lori groaned at the thought of getting up and participating in life. She quickly changed and left the common room. Lori walked into the Great Hall alone. After saying a quick 'Mornin' to Nearly Headless Nick, she sat down and poured some cereal into a bowl and started breakfast.

The Doctor wondered around the Great Hall until he saw Lori. Smiling, he walked up to her table and sat across from her.

"Good morning, Lori," the Doctor said.

"Mornin' , Doctor," Lori responded.

"Sleep well last night?"

Lori swallowed a bite of cereal.

"Yeah," Lori lied. She slept for about 2 hours.

"That's good to hear. Got any plans for today?" the Doctor asked.

"I have Potions, Herbology, and Divination today. Why?" she answered.

"Oh. Are you doing anything during lunch?"

"No, why?"

The Doctor looked down.

"I was wondering...err... if you wanted to have lunch together or something. Not like a date or anything, I know you have a boyfriend and all..." the Doctor trailed off.

Lori blushed a bit. "Yeah, why not? There's nothing wrong with friends having lunch together, right?"

The Doctor gave an awkward chuckle. "No, there isn't," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah." They both sat in the awkward silence, until the Doctor cleared his throat.

"I should probably get back to my ship. I'll meet you there at lunch," the Doctor said. He got up and left the table as Irene walked to the table and sat down where the Doctor was just sitting.

" Ugh!" she grunted, pouring bacon, eggs, and toast onto her plate.

"What?" asked Lori.

"I had to get up and participate in life," she complained.

"What's the point of Divination? We all know it's a joke," Irene said, her mouth stuffed with food.

Lori took an apple and bit into it. "I don't know," she said with a shrug. "Everyone hates it."

The two ranted to each other about Divination until the bell rang. The girls got up and left for Potions.

After four hours of Potions and Divination, the lunch bell rang. The students from all years and houses piled into the Great Hall for lunch, with the exception of a certain Gryffindor. Lori walked to a blue box and knocked on the door. The door opened, and a brunette popped out of the box.

"Hey," he said, suddenly grinning.

"Hey," she replied, giving him a smile.

"Ready?" Lori asked.

"Wait a minute," the Doctor said, holding one finger up. He ran into his TARDIS and came out with a picnic basket. He locked the door behind him.

"Allonsy, Lori!" the Doctor took her hand and took her to the lake. He set up a blanket on the grass near the shore and sat down on it. Lori put her book bag down and sat down next to him.

" How were your classes?" the Doctor asked, taking a pear out of the basket.

"Terrible. We had to brew the Wiggenwald Potion, we did. It was extremely difficult," Lori said, taking a small crystal phial filled with a blue liquid out of her bag.

"What does the Wiggenwald potion do?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"It counters Draught of the Living Death. It could fix minor damages or wake someone up from deep slumber," Lori explained.

"May I?" the Doctor asked.

"Go for it," Lori answered, tossing him the phial.

The Doctor looked at it through squinted eyes before he tucked it into his jacket pocket.

Lori took a pear out of the basket and bit into it. " What've you been doing all day?"

The Doctor looked at her.

"Keeping an eye on the TARDIS," he replied.

He studied her while she finished her pear and started her baloney and swiss sandwich.

"So how's your family? Sisters, Brothers, Parents, Cats," asked the Doctor.

Lori's eyes widened at the question.

"My twin sister died a long time ago," Lori said, looking down at the ground. Lori felt a pair of arms pull her into a tight embrace. Lori closed her eyes and leaned into his chest.

"I'm sorry, Lori. I'm so sorry," he said, lightly stroking her hair.

Lori said nothing; how could she explain to him that her sister was brutally murdered in front of her when she was little? How could she explain to him that her parents were responsible for her death?

" Let's talk about something else, okay?" Lori said, pulling away from the Doctor.

"Alright," he said.

"Where have you been to? Who have you met?" Lori asked. The Doctor grinned and told her about the amazing adventures he had from his first incarnation to his present incarnation. Lori was a good listener; she gasped, laughed, and awed at the right moments.

"So, let me get this straight, you went to the future and read 7 books based off of Lily Evans and James Potters' son, who defeats he-who-must-not-be-named-"Voldemort," the Doctor said. Lori hissed at him, and the Doctor rolled his eyes. "Fine, he-who-must-not-be-named." "After fighting him for sixteen years, while he goes through child-abuse, bullying, the loss of his family and friends, and fights against basilisks,dragons, death eaters, dementors, and a bitchy toad in pink?" Lori asked in disbelief.

"Yep," the Doctor said.

"I just don't believe it," Lori said, shaking her head.

"It's true!" the Doctor protested.

Lori rolled her eyes and stood up. The bell rang and Lori grabbed her book bag.

"Thanks for lunch," Lori said. She kissed the Doctor's cheek and headed for the Greenhouses, leaving the Doctor holding his cheek.