Things were all mixed up and he didn't see themgetting any better unless he woke up in his own body in the morning and ifhe did he wanted to be in his...own bed when that happened.Gary and Beth both woke up the next morning still in the wrong body. Theywoke up the next six mornings that way. They discussed that to make thingsas 'normal' as they could be they should each trade lives until they couldfigure how to get this straighten out. Both of them were researching thisduring all of their free. Honestly, marrying a veela at the age of five? Hogwash.Still, it had been rather a shock when she saw him for the first time on the Hogwarts Express. He was scrawny, underfed looking and had the general air of someone who hadn't seen much sunlight. Also, he was dressed in little better than rags. Hardly the image of what a saviour was supposed to look like. His green eyes had briefly met hers, though, and something called to her heart in them. Some indefinable quality of loss which she couldn't. Tonight’s visit lasted a total of 20 minutes, and that was about average for him.On most nights Alison will join me for a cup of tea, watching CNN quietly with her legs tucked up under her as she nibbles on a pastry or slice of fresh bread. We don’t talk much, but I'm pretty sure the young tenant appreciates the ‘homey’ atmosphere in my house compared to sharing an apartment with other students her age or living in the university dorms. From experience however, I know not to expect Alison for. Connie sighed as she turned the faucet off. Steam rising from the tub blurred her vision and fogged the reflective surfaces of the mirrored paneling along the bathroom wall. From her perch on the tiled edge of the bathtub she could see through the steamed window, into the small yard behind her home. It was just as well that the condensation blocked her vision; her normally pristine landscaped yard had been allowed to fall into disrepair this summer. Her roses, her perfect prize roses, hadn't.