When The Leaves Change

[mininerva]

I just discovered this story today, and I think it's great so far! I am looking forward to the next update!

[Alesia]

Christy,

I loved this when I first read it and I love it even more now. The language is quite rich and I really like the point of view. You have now posted up to what you sent me so know I want the rest! NOW!

[ismaco]

Bravo!!! I loved it (again).
I really am enjoying your story... you know... even as a foreign speaker, I can only say that it is very well written.
I can't wait the next update.
Isabel

[Jessabelle]

This is really cute! They are being so flirtatious! Please update again soon!

[Sensiblyquirky]

Chapter Four:

A/N: Exams have started for me, so it will be over a week before the next update. However I hope this one shall be enjoyed in the meantime.

Minerva,

Adonis and I will be visiting Damion this Wednesday afternoon. Please see to it that the elves prepare dinner for us at 17:00, for we need to return in the early evening. I hope you have not contracted any germs from the brats.
Alyssa


An owl bearing this message arrived late Monday evening, preventing me from telling father immediately. As expected when I did convey the news his spirits improved drastically, and for awhile he entertained the idea of moving from his bed to the sitting room. Luckily Madame Cecil came along before the idea could be fully embedded in his brain, and explained how that would not be wise. Only after giving me strict instructions for the house elves concerning the arrangement of his quarters and the menu for the evening did Father send me off to make the necessary arrangements.

The house elves were delighted, and Minky immediately took charge of the other elves, after making it clear that I was not to cook a thing; she was still upset over Professor Dumbledore’s refusal of her services the night we met.

Knowing father was still asleep I headed to Dumbledore’s classroom in hopes of hearing news on the Chimera. The final classes of the day were letting out, and a few of the students greeted me in passing. For the most part the students had accepted my stay at Hogwarts, therefore few awkward moments arose.

“He’s still inside, Ms.” A hufflepuff boy said to me as I neared the door. I gave the lad a small smile and a wink.

“I would have spruced the room up a bit if I had known I was to have a guest today.” Dumbledore stood by his desk stacking parchments as the chalkboard cleaned itself. The room was large and along the walls were cages of animals. Some of which clung to the back of the cage, no doubt having been part of a recent lecture. From the ceiling garish decorations were hung.

“Halloween has passed Professor,” I commented still gazing at the ceiling and inwardly cringing at the bright clashing colors.

“The students and I happen to find them rather festive. Can I help it if my decorating abilities are the envy of the school?”

“I take it I’m not the first to suggest they should be removed before further damage is done to the human eye, and to think you inflict this kind of pain on the young. I may have to report you to the Governors,” I teased moving closer toward the front of the room and the Professor’s desk.

“It would not be the first time,” Dumbledore muttered moving around his desk searching for something.

“Oh?” I asked surprised that anyone would have something to report to the board on the man in front of me.

“Nothing I can’t handle. As it is I’m still here, offensive decorations and all. Now if you are here for the reason I assume you to be we had best head to my office.”

“How is Damion?” Dumbledore asked once we were in the hall.

“Improved, thank you. Adonis, my brother, and his wife will be visiting tomorrow afternoon and father was quite thrilled.”

“And you were not?” This comment startled me, and I quickly tilted my head to look up at the Professor.

“I was under the impression we were speaking about my father, and not myself,” I replied steely; however the Professor took no heed of my warning tone.

“I’m simply switching the topic of discussion, for I find you infinitely more interesting than your father.” By this time we had reached the Professor’s office, which was small in size and filled with an astounding number of books and an odd assortment of trinkets.

“And I’m denying you that switch, now have you heard anything new on the Chimera?”

For a moment that felt like an age the Professor gazed upon me, but I held my stance: keeping my eyes locked with his. Briefly I second guessed my decision, and hoped the Professor had not seen that waiver in my eyes: that was something to ponder in solitude.

“I have not heard from Firenze, and Hagrid assures me the Chimera is doing well under his care.”

“Are you any closer to finding out who introduced the Chimera to the Forest?”

“Not entirely, but not much time has passed since our excursion.”

Nodding I racked my mind for any useful information I could possibly have. I was rising to leave when I remembered something, “Professor on the night that I first dined in the Great Hall you were not the only Professor not in attendance. A Professor Linneli was also absent.”

“Most interesting; thank you Ms. McGonagall.”

I knew that the tension which had so swiftly settled between the Professor and I was my fault, but I cursed it nonetheless. My innermost feelings and opinions were shared with no one, especially any which concerned my family. Though trusting Professor Dumbledore was effortless in many things, I was an extremely guarded person. I checked on father again before dinner, and for the first time in years he managed to surprise me.

“Madame Cecil has informed me that you and Albus Dumbledore have struck up an acquaintance since your arrival to Hogwarts, so I have invited Albus to dinner tomorrow.”

“You invited the Professor to dinner?” I blanched unable to conceal my surprise.

“Yes I sent the invitation by way of my nurse; at least she is good for a few things besides suffocating me. I had hoped you would be pleased.” I could tell that father was sincere, and that flabbergasted me.

“I am. Thank you for thinking of me,” I answered rising to kiss his cheek. It was the first embrace we had shared since my arrival. I appreciated father’s action, but no doubt the tension, should the Professor accept the invitation, would be palpable.

Adonis and Alyssa flooed into Hogwarts disdainfully regarding their surroundings and me, “Minerva, how can you stand this place?”

“Alyssa how nice to see you again, I trust you are well?”

“Very thank you. Is Damion awake?”

“Of course; he has slept little today in anticipation of your arrival. Please go in, I’ll be there in a few moments once I check with Minky.”

Minky assured me that the elves were on schedule, and that she had everything under her tight control. I apologized for doubting her abilities, and asked for how many she was preparing. Somewhat confused she answered for five: Professor Dumbledore had accepted the invitation.

I retuned to father’s rooms, and was only too glad that dinner would be served early. The conversation centered on Adonis’ business, and his future ambitions. If only I had mastered the art of sleeping with my eyes open.

I was eager to answer Professor Dumbledore’s knock so that my legs could be stretched, “We’re glad you could join us Professor.”

“I was honored to be invited, Ms. McGonagall.” Dumbledore smiled benignly at me, and I returned the gesture immediately. Unfortunately that moment was not the appropriate time to talk, so I led the Professor to my father. During my absence the elves had set up a small table near father’s bed, so that we might join him.

“Glad you could come, Albus. Allow me to introduce Adonis and Alyssa McGonagall, my eldest and his wife.”

“Your father speaks highly of you Adonis, and it is a pleasure Mrs. McGonagall.” Adonis had looked at me during the professor’s remarks and smirked, I noticed Dumbledore caught the exchange.

“Damion I am pleased to hear that you are improving, perhaps you will be back among us soon.”

The Professor settled to my left around the table as he addressed father, pushing his sleeves out of his way. “I don’t see how you wear such lavish robes, Albus. If you ever want something more sensible I can refer you to my tailor.”

“Should it be necessary in the future I’ll remember that, but I do not pay much attention to the fashion of the day I’m afraid.”

“Oh well I can help you there, Professor,” Alyssa interrupted excited that she could contribute to the conversation.

“I imagine that between his duties at the school and any outside research Professor Dumbledore has many demands on his time that are more important than high fashion. Besides I rather like the style.” Quickly I stopped Alyssa before she could prattle on about the newest fashions.

“You would,” Alyssa darkly muttered. Adonis took over from there, “Minerva considers herself above such petty things. Even as a child she looked down her nose at the rest of us.”

“Darling let’s be fair not even fashion can help some.” Alyssa and Adonis shared a conspiratorial laugh before father intervened.

“Let’s not have any of that bickering tonight. The house elves have prepared a fine meal let us enjoy it.”

The professor attempted to change subjects, but I cringed at the subject he chose: “I was wondering if we might beg Ms. McGonagall to play for us tonight?”

Father’s voice cut through the air and me, “You still play that infernal piano? I told you years ago to give up that silly hobby; it will get you no where. I imagine it is also to blame for your current state of unemployment. Instead of wasting your time on music you could be doing something useful, like Adonis. Did you bring yours here to Hogwarts?”

“No I did not, and you know full well that my taking this year off has nothing to do with my piano. Let us change the subject; we have a guest among us.”

“At least you are fairly apt at transfiguration, and I can be assured that no damage will be done to Hogwarts property. However do not let me hear one complaint about the noise you make or there will be consequences.”

“You know father I was thinking we should sell the piano, I imagine it would go for a high price.”

“No!” I almost shouted loosing my composure, “That is not your piano to sell. Do not touch it Adonis.”

I glared at my brother long enough for him to drop his eyes, but I sighed when I glanced at Professor Dumbledore. He appeared extraordinarily calm, except his eyes were a shade darker than usual so I took this as a sign to his feeling uncomfortable. “Alyssa, how is your mother?”

Slowly the conversation turned for the better, and the tension in the room abated for the duration of dinner. Immediately following the meal Adonis and Alyssa departed for home, and Professor Dumbledore escorted me back to my rooms as father was already asleep.

Neither of us spoke, I embarrassed Dumbledore had witnessed such a display and he no doubt oblivious as to what should be said. I anticipated a quick separation at my door, so I was not prepared for Dumbledore to take me by the elbow.

“Play for me,” he whispered in my ear.

I hesitated. He tried again, “Play for me.”

Swallowing I gave the smallest of nods, and led the Professor into my sitting room. Moving to the piano I stared down at the keys before I decided on a piece to play, one that I knew by heart. Chopin’s Waltz in D Flat had been given to me by my mother as part of my birthday one year, and I have not needed the music in front of me to play it for quite some time.

As I played I forgot that the Professor was in the room, about dinner and the arguments, and the insults; the only things I knew were the keys and the sound. It was as if the notes were wrapping themselves around me, shielding me from all that was treacherous and unfeeling. Sometimes I would think that the notes formed a cocoon around me, I the caterpillar waiting to be transformed. Only when would the transformation come? At the end of what song would the notes fall away and I would become the butterfly, free to fly away? Was I avoiding the transformation afraid that I would never play again when it happened? Was that why I played, for that one perfect moment when I would be transformed?

When I finished the piece and looked up the Professor was no longer in the room, but a note was suspended in air:

You play beautifully, and I would consider it a privilege to be allowed to sit in on many more occasions. However I felt that you may wish to be alone at the end of this particular piece.

A. Dumbledore

PS: I find you exquisitely attractive on all dimensions.

[Nerweniel]

I seriously love this story- yes, I had read this chapter before but still I enjoyed it immensely . I know you've got exams but still I hope for a quickish update... bad me .

Love,

Lies

[amandahleigh]

Wow!

I, like you, have exams to take and study for, so I should not be on here reading this, but I am glad I did! It's so beautiful, and I love her playing the piano, and I love love love his note to her.

[mininerva]

Ooh, that was a beautiful chapter! I loved it when he asked her to play for him, and I loved the note too!

[Jessabelle]

Excelent update! I feel bad for Minerva. Her brother, father, and sister-in-law all seem to think themselves better than Minerva. I found it touching that her father invited Dumbledore to dinner, but his remarks at dinner were mean. Please update when you can!
- Jess

[kate]

What a lovely story!

I am awaiting your (hopefully soon) update!

~*~ Kate

[Isabelle]

Once again I should be doing homework (reading a very interesting book called Ishmael), but I couldn't resist.

This was a very lovely chapter. I like the tension between Minerva and her family. You write it very well. You make it very easy to dislike them!

I also like the flirting between Albus and Minerva. Especially the little note he leaves her at the end. I find it very provacative, but "exquisite" to use your own words, as well.

I look forward to your next update, even though it won't be for a while. Drat those exams, huh?

Liz

[tayryn]

this was a wonderful update!

i don't like Minerva's family!

and while i do like things moving slowly for Albus and Minerva... i am very anxious for them to get to some kissage! *g* (i'm hopeless there!)

looking forward to more!

[ismaco]

OMG! I loved it!
That was an AWESOME chapter!! The way he asked... the note... and the last line! I'm bummed about having to wait now for an update after the end of this chapter!! I'll try to wait patiently though
Isabel

[JKMcGonagall]

I am enjoying your story. I find Minerva's family to be quite dislike able. They are arrogant and rude. I was sorry that they embarrassed her in front of Albus. It was nice of her father to include Albus in their meal.

I loved Albus' note to Min. I'm glad he finds her exquisite in all dimensions. I loved that line. It is sure to have made her feel better.

Looking forward to more.

Kay

[Alesia]

I am glad to see Adonis found someone he deserves in Alyssa. There are two people who would make two other people completely miserable.

Albus' note was quite loving. I wonder why he thought she would want to be alone at the end. I am not completely familiar with the piece but almost expected her to be crying when she finished playing by the wording of Albus' note.

It is interesting to see her father critize her in such away in front of a collegue. He must believe that Albus shares his opinion about the role of women, which he obviously doesn't, thank goodness.

Looking forward to the next chapter when your brain is recharged after exams.

[Jessabelle]

Please update soon!

[angeldust]

Ok so I should be writting my English essay but this is so much more interesting. I missed a few updates but i'm now caught up and loving this fic to bits

[QuillofMinerva]

Only just found this update Christy and boy, I am glad I did

Urgh poor Minerva to have a father, a brother and a sister in law who seem to believe they are above everything and everyone. They aren't but that doesn't mean they don't think that.

Awwww I loved the ending of Albus' note!

Great update

Love

Clayre xx

[chellec]

Lovely story, I just discovered it. I loved Albus' note at the end.

Looking forward to reading more!

[Sensiblyquirky]

Chapter Five:

A/N: Once again thanks for the reviews everyone, and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!

In the days following Adonis' visit father took a turn for the worse, so Madame Cecil and I produced a schedule of shifts for the two of us so that at no point was father alone during the day or the night. Coughing fits lasted longer, father's breathing was dreadfully labored, and I knew he was in pain.

In the wee hours of Friday morning father's body was wrought with fever, and as I sat by his bed placing a cooling charm over him he started to convulse. Quickly I summoned Madame Cecil, and for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts I was faced with the possibility of Damion McGonagall's death.

“Minerva contact St. Mungo's, and request a healer. Once that is done you are to wait in the sitting room.”

“Olivia I-“

“You will wait in the sitting room.”

Recognizing the futileness of arguing I did as told, and once the healer arrived I sat on the settee near the window. Only faint murmurings could be distinguished from the next room when not drowned out by the grandfather clock slowly ticking away the minutes. My mind was not distracted by the books I summoned, and after only a few minutes I acquiesced to the memories, thoughts, and future possibilities.

I recalled both good and bad times shared with my father, but my focus was on the rift between us. If father survived this night I vowed I would try my best to shrink or seal it before it was too late, and my only course of action was talking to an inanimate grave.

So entrenched in my mental maze it took Madame Cecil twice to call my name before she succeeded in seizing my attention.

“We have him stabilized, Minerva; his breathing is better but the fever is still high. If it breaks he will recover from the recent lapse, but if it does not…” Madame Cecil paused to look down at her hands, “then his condition will only continue to decline and rather quickly. Only time will tell, I'm afraid. You may go in now, if you like.”

For the remainder of the night I continued wandering the maze that was my mind, resurfacing every hour to place my hand against father's forehead. At seven Olivia returned in answer to my summons, father's head had felt cooler. The nurse checked several times, but her smile was all the news I needed: the fever had broken.

Uncharacteristically I collapsed back into my chair, and closed my eyes for the briefest of moments. “You should get some sleep, Minerva.”

“I want to be here when he awakens, Olivia, and then I will get some rest. But not until then.” The nurse gave a curt nod, and promptly swept out of the room.

“Oh father,” I mumbled, “now is not the time to indulge in your dramatic side. Sleep peacefully.”

A voice from the doorway caused me to turn my head. I looked upon one of the most handsome visions of my life: Albus Dumbledore standing in the doorway with two cups of steaming hot chocolate.

“I thought you could use a cup,” he whispered setting the mugs down on the bedside table. Then with a flourish a purple chintz chair appeared beside me, and my straight back was altered into an identical chair as the Professor's except that the color was green.

“Recline a little. You will find no grammar school matrons here to criticize your posture. I imagine after sitting all night you must be quite stiff.”

“Now I would have gone longer under the delusional state that there was not one stiff joint had you not pointed it out.” I smiled at the Professor before I took a sip of the secret recipe, and I was happy to find it tasted the same.

“There is a staff bathroom on the third floor which contains an enormous bathtub, with all these convenient tabs for soaps, and jets. I have been given permission to offer you the services of the room should you ever need them.”

“Thank you, but would that not be inconvenient?”

“Certainly not and my advice is to go there as soon as you quit your father's chambers, provided you can keep your eyes open long enough. I imagine a soothing bath would allow you to sleep much easier.”

“I just might do that, Professor, for the idea sounds lovely. When is your first class?”

“I have a few more minutes before I must leave.” We spent the remainder of the time in quiet conversation about a few of the students' antics. Dumbledore was trying to provide me with some light hearted moments, for which I was truly grateful.

Rising to leave Dumbledore reached out as if to touch my arm, but at the last moment he moved his hand away and simply said, “Push tab number three.”

This only increased my curiosity over the supposed miraculous tub, and I agreed to stop there first once I left father.

“Professor Dumbledore,” I called before he could leave, “assuming father continues to improve I play beginning at nine.” Brilliant blue eyes twinkled back at me before disappearing down the hall.

A quarter to three hours later I sank into the bath with a contented sigh. Father had awakened not long after the professor left: we talked a little, and I fed him some soup before he succumbed yet again to sleep. Once Madame Cecil returned I left father in her able care, but only after getting explicit directions to the staff bathroom from the nurse.

Constructed in white Italian marble, golden sconces providing the light, and with the tub set deep into the middle of the room the staff bath was a sight to behold. A peaceful calm bade me surrender to its gentle caresses in the form of the warm water pouring from tab number three. The water's fragrance smelt of vanilla and sugar. It delighted me to know that the professor had accurately guessed, or had simply known, that I would love tab number three. For reasons unbeknownst the simple accuracy of the professor's suggestion increased the warmth in my heart, and my trust for the auburn haired man with a penchant for purple.

Sleep would have claimed me had Minky not checked on me, “Mistress, are you awake?”

“Just barely, Minky.”

“Then Mistress should return to her rooms to sleep. Minky has come to see if Mistress wanted a change of clothes?”

“My nightgown and robe, please; I'll return to my rooms as a cat so I shall not be seen.”

With a quiet pop Minky was gone and back again before I could close my eyes in slumber. The motherly elf urged me out of the tub, lest I should fall asleep and drown. Thanking Minky for her concern I transformed into my animagus form, a grey tabby cat with black markings, and hurried to my chambers for a long lie down.

The weekend passed slowly as I remained with father most of the day and night as he continued to gain in strength. On Monday both Olivia and I agreed that father could be left alone in the evenings with only a house elf to watch over him incase a situation arose where we were needed.

Returning to my rooms shortly before nine on Monday evening I found Professor Dumbledore awaiting me.

“I was hoping you might provide some entertainment for the poor professor as he grades rolls of parchment.”

“How are the students doing?” I asked while motioning for him to follow me inside.

“I'm afraid my tale doesn't deviate from days of old: some do well and some do not. Some work hard to apply the concepts they learn, and others do not. I enjoy reading some essays, and I cringe at many more.”

“Should you be pressed for time one day I wouldn't mind lending an extra pair of eyes,” I replied chuckling at Dumbledore's woeful expression. “Now does my humble audience have any requests or must the solitary figure bend to my wishes?”

“Play whatever you like goddess of the castle I have no requests tonight.” I attempted to hide my flushed cheeks by looking through my piles of sheet music, which resulted in my continued looking even after I had selected a piece.

I played for hours as the professor graded, and occasionally I would glance in his direction to find his concentration focused on the parchment before him. Once finished for the evening I turned to speak to Dumbledore only to find him gone from the room, and a note sitting in his place.

I believe I should inquire as to whether there is room in the budget for a piano, so that you are not forced to play on a transfigured one. Yet I would still wish to keep you to myself, I fear I am becoming quite selfish in regards to you.

I read the small card multiple times before securing it safely with the first, and returning the cards to a safe place before readying for bed. However sleep was a fleeting mistress that night as images of possibly similar future evenings danced around my mind, and I willingly chased them in hopes of experiencing all the joy my little fantasies could bring me.

However after waking multiple times I opted for a stroll around the castle optimistic that a little exercise would sufficiently tire my body and mind. Donning my tartan robe I chose to use my wand for lighting before heading out the door. I had not gone far before my ears detected faint whispering sounds, but I was unable to determine if the voices belonged to adults or children so I crept closer. As the voices became louder I knew at once that they were adults, but before I could investigate further firm hands pulled me aside.

“Do as I tell you,” Professor Dumbledore's distinct voice ordered, “transform and sneak around the corner. The woman is Georgette Linelli and the man Henri Applegate. Try and hear their conversation.”

Slightly peeved at being ordered about and at the fact that Dumbledore was doing work related to the Chimera without me, I nevertheless resigned to tell him so later. The hall was dark, and at first I thought Applegate was harming Linelli. Her position against the wall in contrast to his against her, but then they shifted and I knew at once no information, pertinent to the Chimera, would be gained.

Returning to the Professor I nudged his leg, and bade him follow me back to my rooms where I transformed back.

“Well, what did you see or hear?”

“More than I ever wanted to,” I replied covering my face with my hands.

“I don't understand…”

“They were in a compromising position, shall we say.”

Looking through my fingers I saw Dumbledore turn his head toward the door, “In the corridor? Did it seem-“

“Oh, yes; both parties consented,” I interrupted.

“He doesn't seem her type.”

“Not jealous are you,” I teased. Dumbledore sent me a pointed look, a little too pointed to be comfortable, and so I changed the subject. “I am none to happy with you, Professor. You have not been keeping me well informed.”

“I do not keep many well informed,” he stated simply. I could feel my temper, a nasty thing, taking over: “I am not many, and I demand to be informed on this matter. If you did not want anyone to know you should not have asked for my help.”

“At times I have regretted that, now more than ever.” The angrier I became the calmer the Professor seemed which only fueled my ire.

“And how quickly it all changes: all the flattery to get me to help you and now you scorn it. Perhaps you have regretted my acquaintance all together.”

“Don't be ridiculous. I have regretted placing you in a dangerous position; that is all. Hogwarts is not wholly familiar to you how could I send you on spying missions in good conscious?”

“Those in your position had no trouble sending me on such missions in Germany: they simply gave me a map.”

“Then you should be honored that I care more for you.”

I lifted my head and locked eyes with Dumbledore for a moment before responding, “You do not protect people by keeping them ignorant.”

“Miss. McGonagall,” he started before standing up, “I know far more things than you do. I possess the ability to understand and gather knowledge that presents me with few, if any, equals. I weigh my options carefully before coming to a decision, because I am sentient of the responsibility I have. When I believe it is in your best interest to know I will tell you, but not before then.”

“You cannot protect every person, Dumbledore,” I replied softly while gazing at the man before me. I felt empathy for the Professor; I imagined he slept little at night.

“No, but I can damn well try to protect some.”

“Why me?” I hesitated before asking, but I was filled with an immediate and intense sense of insecurity.

“I told you tonight: I am becoming selfish in regards to you.” With no further elaboration the Professor walked out of my door.

[gingerkitten]

Excellent Updates!

[Lady Lavendar]

I loved this chapter and the last also. I hope that you will update again soon, but I can understand if your busy with the holidays and what not. Well, great job!

[QuillofMinerva]

Great chapter Christy


Thank you for sharing

Clayre x

[LadyJolly]

I love this story so far! It's well original. I don't think there's a story like this and it's really good. I do really enjoy it! keep on writing and posing soon!!

Lady Jolly

[Jessabelle]

Excellent update! I quite like the conversation at the end between Minerva and Albus. His note was really cute! What is going on with the Chimera though? Post again really soon!
- Jess

[Nerweniel]

A wonderfully well-written chapter that's adorable (of course) as well ;D. Great job- hope for an update soon, missy .

Love,

the baby sister

[Isabelle]

Wow! Nice chapter! I am loving all the flirtation going on here. i think it adds just that little extra spice to your storyline and makes it all the more interesting.

Minerva I think was quite bold in this chapter, when she says she begins playing at nine. I like that side of her though; we don't see it very often. I also like how she gives Albus a piece of her mind when he starting doing some investigating without notifying her. But then, should we expect anything less from our dear Minerva?

Can't wait for the next update!

Liz

P.S. Sorry about the "outness" of the first part of my response. I am very sleep deprived, which oddly enough makes me ein bisschen verrueckt! Four-hour choir concerts are beasts, especially when you don't get to start your home work until 10pm.

[ismaco]

Oh! That was another great chapter!!
I'm looking forward for the next update!
Isabel

[Alesia]

I didn't find this latest update until today. The richness you have developed for this story remains in full force for this chapter.

Your evolution of Minerva's thoughts concerning Dumbledore are quite subtle but are well placed and give us glimpses of what is to come.

The argument is quite interesting. It incorporates the latest canon info about Dumbledore but also gives us a bit of what their relationship might develop into. He is going to have to give her a better explaination then I know just and care for you so I am going to tell you. (that is not a critizism of your writing because I think that is probably very close to canon Dumbledore.)

Excellent as always.

And is it my imagination but did Daimon's lastest turn for the worse corespond to closely to Adonis' visit?

[amandahleigh]

That's it?!

OMG it's so wonderful, and it was over way too soon.

*sniff*

Okay, I'm better now.

Wonderful update, and I loved their little argument. Very believable.



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