Don't be a silent reader
When Harry and Aishi entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Kris Pucey, who seemed to be entertaining a small group of Slytherins with a very funny story.
As they passed, Pucey did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter. Aishi squeezed Harry's arms and shook her head no.
"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was right behind Harry. "Just ignore him, it's not worth it...." "Hey, Merha!" shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug. "Merha! The dementors are coming, Merha! Woooooooooo!" Aishi had to drag him to the Hufflepuff table and they sat next to Cedric.
"New third-year course schedules," said Cedric, passing them, over. "What's up with you, Harry?" "Pucey," said Harry, sitting down and glaring over at the Slytherin table. Cedric looked up in time to see Pucey pretending to faint with terror again. Malfoy, zabini, and Nott did not like that nor did their Slytherin friends who were fond of Aishi.
Even Adrian Pucey, Kris's older brother smacked the back of his head.
"That little git," he said calmly. "He wasn't so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didn't he, Alex?"
"Nearly wet himself," said Alex, with a contemptuous glance at Pucey. "I wasn't too happy myself," said Cedric. "They're horrible things, those dementors...."
"Sort of freeze your insides, don't they?" said Anderson. "You didn't pass out, though, did you?" said Aishi in a low voice. "Forget it, Aishi," said Gergoe who came to them and pats her head. "Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred? And he said it was the worst place he'd ever been, he came back all weak and shaking... They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there."
"Anyway, we'll see how happy Pucey looks after our first Quidditch match," said Cedric. "Hufflepuff versus Slytherin, the first game of the season, remember?" The only time Harry and Pucey had faced each other in a Quidditch match, Pucey had come off worse.
Feeling slightly more cheerful, Harry helped himself to blue sausages and blue fried tomatoes even helping aishi grab her breakfast as Aishi and Cedric whispered about something.
Hermione was examining her new schedule as the group gathered near the door of the great hall. " Ooh, good, we're starting some new subjects today," she said happily. "Hermione," said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, "they've messed up your schedule. Look - they've got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isn't enough time."
"I'll manage. I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall." "But look," said Ron, laughing, "see this morning? Nine o'clock, Divination. And underneath, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies. And" - Ron leaned closer to the schedule, disbelieving - "look - underneath that, Arithmancy, nine o'clock. I mean, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's that good. How're you supposed to be in three classes at once?"
"Don't be silly," said Hermione shortly. "Of course, I won't be in three classes at once."
"Well, then -"
"But -"
"Oh, Ron, what's it to you if my schedule's a bit full?" Hermione snapped. "I told you, I've fixed it all with Professor McGonagall."
"which is your subject you have first?" Aishi asked Harry " Battle arts..." "So do I," Draco said "And me," Theo said
"Looks we got different classes in the morning, " Aishi said " I wish you were in battle arts with me" Harry pouts "Sorry Harry, I lived with soldiers....I know how to fight plus I prefer healing to fighting. " She giggled as he hugged her tightly.
"You boys should pull Harry off her else she will be late for class," Sanjiv said coming to them. Just then, Hagrid entered the Great Hall. He was wearing his long moleskin overcoat and was absentmindedly swinging a dead polecat from one enormous hand.
"All righ'?" he said eagerly, pausing on the way to the staff table. "Yer in my firs' ever lesson! Right after lunch! Bin up since five gettin' everythin' ready. . . . Hope it's okay. . . . Me, a teacher . . . hones'ly. . . ." He grinned broadly at them and headed off to the staff table, still swinging the polecat.
"Wonder what he's been getting ready?" said Ron, a note of anxiety in his voice. The hall was starting to empty as people headed off toward their first lesson. Ron checked his course schedule.
"We'd better go, look, Divination's at the top of North Tower. It'll take us ten minutes to get there. . . ." They said goodbye to Sanjiv, Draco, and Theo. For Harry, they had to pull him away from Aishi and drag him to the training ground for battle arts.
As they passed the Slytherin table, Pucey did yet another impression of a fainting fit. The shouts of laughter followed Aishi to the entrance hall followed by someone smacking him.
The journey through the castle to the North Tower was a long one. Two years at Hogwarts hadn't taught them everything about the castle, and they had never been inside the North Tower. "There's - got - to - be - a - shortcut," Ron panted as they climbed their seventh long staircase and emerged on an unfamiliar landing, where there was nothing but a large painting of a bare stretch of grass hanging on the stone wall.
"I think it's this way," said Hermione, peering down the empty passage to the right. "Can't be," said Ron. "That's south, look, you can see a bit of the lake out of the window . . ."
Aishi was watching the painting. A fat, dapple-grey pony had just ambled onto the grass and was grazing nonchalantly. She was used to the subjects of Hogwarts paintings moving around and leaving their frames to visit one another, but she always enjoyed watching it.
A moment later, a short, squat knight in a suit of armor clanked into the picture after his pony. By the look of the grass stains on his metal knees, he had just fallen off. "Aha!" he yelled, seeing Aishi, Ron, and Blaise who jumped into Ron's arms and Hermione. "What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands? Come I. scorn at my fall, perchance? Draw, you knaves, you dogs!"
They watched in astonishment as the little knight tugged his sword out of its scabbard and began brandishing it violently, hopping up and down in rage. But the sword was too long for him; a particularly wild swing made him overbalance, and he landed facedown in the grass.
"Are you all right?" said Blaise, moving closer to the picture after getting down from Ron's arms.
"Get back, you scurvy braggart! Back, you rogue!" The knight seized his sword again and used it to push himself back up, but the blade sank deeply into the grass and, though he pulled with all his might, he couldn't get it out again.
Finally, he had to flop back down onto the grass and push up his visor to mop his sweating face. "Listen," said Aishi, taking advantage of the knight's exhaustion, "we're looking for the North Tower. You don't know the way, do you?" "A quest!" The knight's rage seemed to vanish instantly. He clanked to his feet and shouted, "Come follow me, My lady and her dear friends, and we shall find our goal, or else shall perish bravely in the charge!"
He gave the sword another fruitless tug, tried and failed to mount the fat pony, gave up, and cried, "On foot then, good sirs and gentle ladies! On! On!" And he ran, clanking loudly, into the left side of the frame and out of sight.
They hurried after him along the corridor, following the sound of his armor. Now and then they spotted him running through a picture ahead. "Be of stout heart, the worst is yet to come!" yelled the knight, and they saw him reappear in front of an alarmed group of women in crinolines, whose picture hung on the wall of a narrow spiral staircase.
Puffing loudly, Aishi, Blaise, Ron, and Hermione climbed the tightly spiraling steps, getting dizzier and dizzier, until at last they heard the murmur of voices above them and knew they had reached the classroom.
"Farewell!" cried the knight, popping his head into a painting of some sinister-looking monks. "Farewell, my comrades-in-arms! If ever you need noble heart and steely sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan!" "Yeah, we'll call you," muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, "if we ever need someone mental." "Oh, honey sweating is ruining my skin...I need an iced tea" Blaise said
They climbed the last few steps and emerged onto a tiny landing, where most of the class was already assembled. There were no doors off this landing, but Ron nudged Aishi and pointed at the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque on it.
"'Sibyll Trelawney, Divination teacher,"' Aishi read. "How're we supposed to get up there?" As though in answer to his question, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silvery ladder descended right at Aishi's feet. Everyone got quiet." After you," said Ron to Blaise, grinning, so he climbed the ladder first. Then Aishi followed after the two boys.
She emerged into the strangest-looking classroom he had ever seen. It didn't look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someone's attic and an old-fashioned tea shop. At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs. Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light; the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. it was stiflingly warm, and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle.
The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty-looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups. She could sense magic in it but it was still weak.
Ron appeared at Aishi's shoulder as the class assembled around them, all talking in whispers. "Where is she?" Ron said. A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice. "Welcome," it said. "How nice to see you in the physical world at last."
Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl. Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings.
"Sit, my children, sit," she said, and they all climbed awkwardly into armchairs or sank onto poufs. Aishi, Ron, Blaise, and Hermione sat around the same round table.
"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye." That is not true for many...she must be those rare people
Nobody said anything to this extraordinary pronouncement. Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued, "So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you... Books can take you only so far in this field...."
At these words, Aishi, Blaise, and Ron glanced, at Hermione, who looked startled at the news that books wouldn't be much help in this subject. "Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future," Professor Trelawney went on, her enormous, gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face.
"It is a gift granted to few. You, boy," she said suddenly to Neville, who almost toppled off his pouf. "Is your grandmother well?" "I think so," said Neville tremulously. "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear," said Professor Trelawney, the firelight glinting on her long emerald earrings. Neville gulped. Professor Trelawney continued placidly. "We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves. Next term we shall progress to palmistry. By the way, my dear," she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, "beware a red-haired
man."
Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her, and edged her chair away from him. "In the second term," Professor Trelawney went on, "we shall progress to the crystal ball -- if we have finished with fire omens, that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our numbers will leave us forever."
Her voice sounded genuine in a way....she must be a minor seer...she could only see flashes of the future...not tell huge prophecies Aishi thought. A very tense silence followed this pronouncement, but Professor Trelawney seemed unaware of it. "I wonder, dear," she said to Lavender Brown, who was nearest and shrank back in her chair, "if you could pass me the largest silver teapot?"
Lavender, looking relieved, stood up, took an enormous teapot from the shelf, and put it down on the table in front of Professor Trelawney. "Thank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you are dreading -- it will happen on Friday the sixteenth of October." Lavender trembled. "Now, I want you all to divide into pairs. Collect a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I will fill it. Then sit down and drink, drink until only the dregs remain. Swill these around the cup three times with the left hand, then turn the cup upside down on its saucer, wait for the last of the tea to drain away, then give your cup to your partner to read. You will interpret the patterns using pages five and six of Unfogging the Future. I shall move among you, helping and instructing. Oh, and dear" -- she caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up -- "after you've broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue patterned ones? I'm rather attached to the pink."
Sure enough, Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups when there was a tinkle of breaking china. Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said, "One of the blue ones, then, dear, if you wouldn't mind... thank you. ... " When the group had had their teacups filled, they went back to their table and tried to drink the scalding tea quickly.
They swilled the dregs around as Professor Trelawney had instructed, then drained the cups and swapped over. "Right," said Blaise holding Aishi's cup as they both opened their books at pages five and six. "What can you see in mine?" Ron asked as Aishi had his cup.
"Broaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane!" Professor Trelawney cried through the gloom. "Right, you've got a crooked sort of cross... " Aishi consulted Unfogging the Future. "That means you're going to have 'trials and suffering' -- sorry about that -- but there's a thing that could be the sun... hang on... that means 'great happiness'... so you're going to suffer but be very happy...I say it means you will go through great challenges in you will be rewarded with great happiness"
"Have experience doing this?" Ron asked "My guru taught me a few as part of my learning...I am just trying new things" Aishi said "My turn..." Blaise peered into Aishi's teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. "There's a blob a bit like a bowler hat," he said. "Maybe you're going to work for the Ministry of Magic... He turned the teacup the other way up. "But this way it looks more like an acorn... What's that?" He scanned his copy of Unfogging the Future. "'A windfall, unexpected gold.' Excellent, you can lend me some... and there's a thin, here," he turned the cup again, "that looks like an animal... yeah if that was its head... it looks like a hippo... no, a sheep..."
Professor Trelawney whirled around as Aishi let out a snort of laughter. "Let me see that, my dear," she said reprovingly to Blaise, sweeping over and snatching Aishi's cup from him. Everyone went quiet to watch. Professor Trelawney was staring into the teacup, rotating it
counterclockwise. "The falcon... my dear, you have a deadly enemy." "I wonder who, " said Hermione in a loud whisper. Professor Trelawney stared at her. "Well, they do," said Hermione.
The others stared at her with a mixture of amazement and admiration. They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like that before. Professor Trelawney chose not to reply. She lowered her huge eyes to Harry's cup again and continued to turn it.
"The club... an attack. Dear, dear, this is not a happy cup.... I thought that was a bowler hat," said Blaise sheepishly. "The skull... danger in your path, my dear...." Everyone was staring, transfixed, at Professor Trelawney, who gave the cup a final turn, gasped, and then screamed. There was another tinkle of breaking china; Neville had smashed his second cup. Professor Trelawney sank into a vacant armchair, her glittering hand at her heart and her eyes closed.
"My dear girl... my poor, dear girl no it is kinder not to say.. . no... don't ask me...." "What is it, Professor?" said Dean Thomas at once. Everyone had got to their feet, and slowly they crowded around the four's table, pressing close to Professor Trelawney's chair to get a good look at Aishi's cup.
"My dear," Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically, "You have the Grim." "The what?" said Aishi. Dean Thomas shrugged at her and Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but nearly everybody else clapped their hands to their mouths in horror.
"The Grim, my dear, the Grim!" cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shocked that Aishi hadn't understood. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen -- the worst omen -- of death!"
Aishi's stomach lurched. That dog on the cover of Death Omens in Flourish and Blotts -the dog in the shadows of Magnolia Crescent...Lavender Brown clapped her hands to her mouth too. Everyone was looking at Aishi, everyone except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney's chair.
"I don't think it looks like a Grim," she said flatly. Professor Trelawney surveyed Hermione with mounting dislike. "You'll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future." Seamus Finnigan was tilting his head from side to side. "It looks like a Grim if you do this," he said, with his eyes almost shut, "but it looks more like a donkey from here," he said, leaning to the left.
"When you've all finished deciding whether I'm going to die Or not!" said Aishi, taking even herself by surprise. Now nobody seemed to want to look at her.
"I think we will leave the lesson here for today," said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice. "Yes... please pack away your things...." Silently the class took their teacups back to Professor Trelawney, packed away their books, and closed their bags. Even Blaise was avoiding Aishi's eyes.
"Until we meet again," said Professor Trelawney faintly, "fair fortune be yours. Oh, and dear" -- she pointed at Neville -- "you'll be late next time, so mind you work extra hard to catch up." Aishi, Blaise, Ron, and Hermione descended Professor Trelawney's ladder and the winding stair in silence, then set off for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration lesson. It took them so long to find her classroom that, as early as they had left Divination, they were only just in time. Blaise had to meet with Draco and Theo for their free period before lunch.
Aishi chose a seat right at the back of the room, feeling as though she were sitting in a very bright spotlight; the rest of the class kept shooting furtive glances at him, as though she were about to drop dead at any moment. Harry just came back from battle arts with the other students and was sweating a bit.
Harry sat beside his girl and noticed her expression "What is wrong kitty?" He asked "Nothing....it's nothing Harry" "Really? Cause you normally call me hari, not Harry so I know something wrong had happened so tell me."
She didn't speak anymore and Harry pulled her close wrapping an arm around her waist as class started. Aishi hardly heard what Professor McGonagall was telling them about Animagi (wizards who could transform at will into animals), and wasn't even watching when she transformed herself in front of their eyes into a tabby cat with spectacle markings around her eyes.
"What has got into most of you all today?" said Professor McGonagall, turning back into herself with a faint pop, and staring around at them all. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class."Everybody's heads turned toward Harry again, but nobody spoke. Then Hermione raised her hand.
"Please, Professor, some of us just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and --" "Ah, of course," said Professor McGonagall, suddenly frowning. "There is no need to say anymore, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?" Everyone stared at her.
"Me," said Aishi, finally. Harry looked at her and grabbed her hand with his other hand tightly."I see," said Professor McGonagall, fixing Aishi with her beady eyes. "Then you should know, Merha, that Sibyll Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class...I remember your father was told on his first day of Divination that he would die drowning thus he feared entering the water for a whole year till his friends tossed him into 5 feet of water " That made Aishi smile and giggle learning this new fact about her father "If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues --"
Professor McGonagall broke off, and they saw that her nostrils had gone white. She went on, more calmly, "Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor
Trelawney --" She stopped again, and then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "You look in excellent health to me, Merha, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in."
Hermione and Harry laughed. Aishi felt better. It was harder to feel scared of a lump of tea leaves away from the dim red light and befuddling perfume of Professor Trelawney's classroom. Not everyone was convinced, however. Ron still looked worried, and Lavender whispered, "But what
about Neville's cup?" When the Transfiguration class had finished, they joined the crowd thundering toward the Great Hall for lunch.
The whole golden group met and sat together at the Gryffindor table for lunch and Sanjiv joined them as they spoke about their classes they had.
"Ron, cheer up," said Hermione, pushing a dish of stew toward him. "You heard what Professor McGonagall said." Ron spooned stew onto his plate and picked up his fork but didn't start.
"Aishi," he said, in a low, serious voice, "You haven't seen a great black dog anywhere, have you?" "Yeah, I have," said Aishi. "I saw one the night I left for Harry's house on my birthday when I ran away. " Blaise let his fork fall with a clatter on his mashed potatoes.
"Probably a stray," said Hermione calmly. Ron looked at Hermione as though she had gone mad. "Hermione, if Ais9 seen a Grim, that's -- that's bad," he said. "My -- my uncle Bilius saw one and -- and he died twenty-four hours later!" "Coincidence," said Hermione airily, pouring herself some pumpkin juice. "You don't know what you're talking about!" said Ron, starting to get
angry. "Grims scare the living daylights out of most wizards!"
"There you are, then," said Hermione in a superior tone. "They see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim's not an omen, it's the cause of death! And Harry's still with us because he's not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I'd better kick the bucket then!" Ron mouthed wordlessly at Hermione, who opened her bag, took out her new Arithmancy book, and propped it open against the juice jug.
"I think Divination seems very woolly," she said, searching for her page. "A lot of guesswork, if you ask me." "There was nothing woolly about the Grim in that cup!" said Blaise hotly. "You didn't seem quite so confident when you were telling Aishi it was a sheep," said Hermione coolly.
"Professor Trelawney said you didn't have the right aura! You just don't like being bad at something for a change!" Ron had touched a nerve. Hermione slammed her Arithmancy book down on the table so hard that bits of meat and carrot flew everywhere. "If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer! That lesson was absolute rubbish compared with my Arithmancy class!"
She snatched up her bag and stalked away. Draco frowned after her. "What's she talking about?" he said to Harry. "She hasn't been to an Arithmancy class yet." "Leave it, guys..." Aishi said "People are good at different things ...Hermione is good at anything which she can read from a book. So trying things that are fully guesswork and practical will be her most challenging. "
"Plus if any Grim tries to harm my girl.." Harry said " I will take them down easy...I didn't build muscle for show."
"Yeah cause we can pop them with a pin and it will burst like a balloon," Sanjiv said
Aishi was pleased to get out of the castle after lunch. Yesterday's rain had cleared; the sky was a clear, pale grey, and the grass was springy and damp underfoot as they set off for their first-ever Care of Magical Creatures class. Ron and Hermione weren't speaking to each other and the Slytherin trio were chatting together as Harry walked beside Aishi in silence holding her hand as they went down the sloping lawns to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Soon he spotted Pucey was talking animatedly to Crabbe and Goyle, who were chortling. Harry was quite sure he knew what they were talking about and grabbed Aishi's shoulder making her walk closer to her.
Hagrid was waiting for his class at the door of his hut. He stood in his moleskin overcoat, with Fang the boarhound at his heels, looking impatient to start. "C'mon, now, get a move on!" he called as the class approached. "Got a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson comin' up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!"
"Here we go," Theo said as they wonder what today's class will bring
Bonus
"Hello class, well to the first class of battle arts where you will learn how to wield and fight with magic weapons. " percy said standing in front of her student wearing a training battle outfit and her hair braided.
Pucey who decided to take battle arts as a joke, cat whistl,e and his group laughed.
Harry glared and Draco grabbed his shoulder and shook no." That's enough mr Pucey. we will start with my son Harry's demo of a battle with his weapon. He is more skilled cause being trained from a young so he will give you what you could be if you practice and listen well."
Harry comes to the front and is wearing a battle suit."You will be given this suit soon after the demo. It will be in your size and house color in highlights"
(Imagine the grey zigzags to be in the house color...for Harry, it will be yellow.)
"Looking good potter," Pucey said making his group laugh. Harry just smirked and took off his jacket which was wearing a black sleeveless shirt underneath and tossed the jacket to Theo who caught it.
The girls there giggled a bit as Percy tossed Harry his sword.
"Remember this is a high-level exercise...it will be long before you could do it. " Percy warned them as she made them stay back " Yeah right...Potter will be easily defeated as if he could wield a sword"
Once Harry was in the middle of the ground, percy blew her whistle and 10 dummies holding weapons appeared around Harry and a huge dome covered them.
"GO!" She yelled and dummies attacked with top speed and closed in on Harry. But like a shadow blur, he fights them off with ease doing their attack and hitting back twice as hard.
Everyone was speechless watching the boy who lived fight like a monster and soon the dome vanished and all the dummies were shredded and Harry smiled.
"So that is an example of the simplest fight when you reach his level which is level 14...the highest is level 20." Percy said "Any questions?"
No one said anything as someone fainted with a loud thud. "OK get change and someone wake Mr Pucey. We will start with exercises "
Bonus bonus
" HA ! THATS MY BOY!!!" James said. "Aishi will still kick his ass," Karan said
"How?" James asked "Like this" Karan grabbed James's arm and front flipped forward landing smack on his face. "Also her uncle is a soldier so she has a fighter spirit but prefers healing "