I knew he wanted to, and I knew that I wanted to, but I couldn’t let him kiss me. I stood up, breaking the mood, and walked back into the living room. Mr. Orson was in an armchair, reading a book, and the potion was gone.

“It’s unfortunate to tell you I have no extra rooms for you to stay,” he said, no tearing his eyes away from his novel.

“Oh,” I said. “Well, I could come from Hogwarts everyday and just Apparate here, if you’d like.”

“Oh, no, that won’t be necessary,” he replied with a wave of the hand. “Did you happen to see my next door neighbor’s house, that is for rent?”

I nodded my head. “Yes, sir.”

“Call me Nivy.” He said. “Yes, well, much like the famous Leaky Cauldron, that house is only visible to wizards, and it belongs to me. Remus and James are already staying there, and, if it you not displease you, I would like you to stay there. Also, this way, I can call on you at anytime…”

“But sir,” I protested. “School…”

He finally set down his book and smiled at me. “Taken care of. I’ve written your headmaster and I must admit, I can be quite persuading. Tell me you’ll stay?”

“Well, I’ve already promised that I would…” and realizing how selfish I was being, I smiled. “I’d love to! Count me in.”

“Excellent,” his eyes twinkled and he returned to his book. “Your school will send your work and trunk. I’ll see you tomorrow at ten a.m.”

I nodded in understanding and left the room to find James next to Remus, who was looking at me with an odd expression, even for a werewolf.

I got down and hugged him.

“I missed you,” I whispered, and followed the two out of the door.