Elan looked over at her after he had gathered some sausages and a few more rolls. He was really hungry now and as he pondered their conversation, he felt selfish.

"Nia" he began, "how are you? I spent all this time crying on your robe and have yet to ask after you." He turned toward her to give her his full attention and waited for her response. As he did, he looked at her, really looked. She was growing into a lovely young lady and he really was noticing.

He nodded at her statement about the OWLS. "I imagine you'll do just well on your OWLS. You are very smart. Fancy that you were blessed with looks and brains."