When she had first met Amy, Suzanne thought of her as little more than a teenager who had some seriousness knocked into her by a bad experience. Amy h...ad changed since Suzanne first saw her. She had matured and had real potential. Along with Lisa and Suzanne, Ruth Burnside also noticed the change in Amy. The first face to face encounter between Amy and her professor, a confrontation in her office over a plagiarized term paper, was totally forgotten. Amy now did excellent work. At Lisa’s. At the end of the runway, the trail narrowed to a two-rut, with tall grass poking through the snow in the hump between the ruts, and soon, even that came to an end, as the two-rut narrowed to the spur to the North Country Trail. As the trail junction came up, Mike yelled "Gee!" to take the team onto the familiar training trail, new now in its coat of freshly fallen snow. Though the trail was wide enough to run Mark's forty-year-old farm tractor down, and Mike had helped out with trail. He had never known the student's joy of a trip to Hogsmeade, never having been a student at Hogwarts. There was no law stopping him from going, of course, for as a squib he had one foot in the wizarding world, and could go wherever he wished, provided of course no magic was required to gain entrance. But a trip to town did very little for him. He had no friends there (or anywhere else, for that matter), and he was as out of place in town as he was at the school. But he could take pleasure in. The picture of a rock star, cute as a button, and already able to stir my innocent heart, fell out of my children’s meal. I scanned it dully for a moment, then the perfect instrument of parental torture came to mind. “Mom,” I began, “Do you think Dad’s cute?” My mother sat quietly for a moment, hoping perhaps that I’d take pity and give her a reprieve. Then, glancing uncomfortably my way she replied “Well, I think so. But, it’s been a long time since I looked at him with my eyes.” Well, that.