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Originally posted by Lady of the Lake
Nodding enthusiastically, Ari smiled when Jory said something about childrens' stories. 'Yes, we do have fairytales in the wizarding world as well. I grew up with the Tales of Beedle the Bard. I'm sure you'd love it.' Ariadne had re-read those stories dozens of times. That should probably be the first book to exchange.
Of course she wanted to tag along! Whatever was going on with the elves seemed interesting enough for her to want to meddle, so the girl replied affirmatively at once. 'Sure, I'll join you.Though then there will be so many stairs to climb till the seventh floor...'she complained, chuckling.
'As long as mum is happy, I think I would approve of anyone. But I genuinely have a good feeling about Matt.' Ari replied, certain that she could confide in Jory. 'Of course, you must visit the shop! I can't believe I haven't invited you yet, what was I thinking?' Ariadne started rambling, annoyed at herself for omitting that. 'How about the Christmas vacation?' That sounded right.
'Well, let's see. We explored the dungeons and the kitchen level last year, so how about the ground floor for starters?' Everything was logical and ordered in the Gryffindor girl's mind.
Jory was very interested in reading Tales of Beedle the Bard.
"Do you have a copy I can borrow?'' he asked Ari.
"Which was your favourite story?''
At Ari's complaining, Jory burst out laughing.
''You're not getting lazy, are you?'' he teased.
"Before I came to Hogwarts, when Dad was home he'd make me work out with him and go jogging for miles. Being a cop, he likes keeping in shape. I suppose he's gotta chase bad guys alot.'' Jory grinned slyly at Ari.
"Maybe I should let you work out with him. A few weeks of that and you're going run up those stairs.''
"And as long he's nice to you, too,'' Jory added admiring her love for her mother.
"It's no problem. If you hadn't invited me I would have found out where the Store was and invite myself,'' he joked.
"The ground floor sounds great to me,'' Jory said feeling the old exciting adventurous feeling creeping up on him.