... it was butit wasn't. Like I didn't know, didn't put it together, that this wasabout HIM. So it all seemed okay at first. I mean Christmas at thema...l, for a kid that's pretty exciting. Although everything about itwas just a little bit off-"'Muffle Muffle Muffle?' asked the first voice." No, the old one. Downtown."'Buffle Muuub?'"Right. Or maybe some composite of the two. And kind of nice, the waythey had it decorated. And they had a Santa there, but Santa-" hersudden pause made him wonder if. " I reached over and squeezed her hand on her lap reassuringly, and she smiled, but seemed a bit nervous. She looked away and grabbed her books up since we were just pulling into her driveway and her small house. I could tell that her parents were not very well to do, but I didn't know anything about them since they had never attended a parent-teacher conference night.I parked the car and moved to get out with her and walk her to her door, but she quickly spoke up, "Thanks again Mr. Font. . "Madam Pomfrey thought for a moment, and then suddenly hit upon a possible explanation."I know of no similar case. I think what happened last night is unique because the circumstances are unique. Yes, Imogen is an able student, but she is not the most formidable of her year, as far as I know. I think what happened was as much a product of Imogen's ignorance and weakness as her knowledge and talent. A more experienced witch, confronted by an assailant in the middle of the night, would probably. And whatever misplaced feelings I have, those are for Peter. My Peter."As for the rest of your fairytale, do you realize you just told me you wanted me to be your wife and the mother of your children? That's not reasonable. The pharmacology stuff, well, that's a maybe. Maybe I could become established and make a decent living doing it."You're right, though. I have sacrificed whatever dreams and ambitions I may have had. But I'm not the girl who runs away to join the circus or some utopian.