Everyone had noticed the change in Gwen. She looked older in a way they couldn't explain and yet younger at the same time. The Stag King had given her some kind of magic and even she couldn't describe it. She felt different, more powerful and yet much less likely to use it.

Her memory of the time with him was hazy, fogged and dreamlike. She could only recall his deep voice chanting softly over her and the feeling of solace penetrating every fiber of her being. She would often gaze off into the distance with a tiny smile on her face and no one had any doubt what she was smiling about.

She used the holiday to catch up on any missed school work and had double Defense Against the Dark Arts tutoring sessions with Dumbledore. She didn't have much chance to spend time with Harry or Ron or her godmother for that matter. She felt the distance, but there was nothing to be done.

Besides, something had changed and the solitude didn't bother her anymore.

To be continued in Episode Fifty