The bitterness of one who's left alone -- January 1999

I chuckled slightly.  "Well, if they don't, I'm sure that they will be more than happy to make you some," I told her, walking easily with her hand in mine.  I never thought that would be the case.

I smiled and nodded.  "Ah, yes, I'm sure they would," I said, having to agree with Evan.  I could not believe that we were holding hands.  I hoped that my hand was not sweaty.

I looked over at Maisie.  "The house elf that I lived with was always so great," I told her, wondering what had happened since I ended up living with Mum, Faith, and James during the summer.  "She practically raised me because Peter was hardly around."