[Q.Pitch] And that's how it all began (Vicky)

[Prof. Victoria Potter]

Victoria could be patient from time to time, so now she waited for him to tell her why he'd left after taking the Occlumecy position. No one had ever really discussed it, so she thought maybe he hadn't been happy there at the school. It wasn't as if they didn't see a lot of turn over, teachers came and went just as often as the students.

Since she didn't know him very well then she hadn't bothered asking. So now she was curious, perhaps he had taken a sabbatical or something.

The answer she did get was not what she had been expecting in the least. Her eyes bulged but she soon remedied that. Then her eyes turned soft as he spoke of his grandmother and how she had died of Leukemia. Vicky knew that it was a hard thing to live through for the person infected as well as the family who had to watch.

She watched him almost breakdown and she couldn't help but feel sad for him, a tear slid down her cheek at his loss. She had no idea what to say to make him feel better. "That must have been awful, but for what its worth I'm sure she's in a better place now looking down on you guiding you." Maybe her words would offer a little bit of comfort.

[Prof. Hikaru Tanaka]

Hikaru smiled softly, "Yeah, she is." he knew Vicky was right. As long as he remembered his grandmother, she would always be there. Maybe not in body, but in spirit.

He chuckled softly. "After she died, and I started to think about coming back, I had a talk with my grandfather. He said I was just like her. Habits, mannerisms, I had her curiosity, her love of children, everything."

He looked at Vicky. "Do you think that when someone you love dies, the love dies with them? Sometimes I'm not sure. Because I know I still love her, but then I wonder. How can you love someone who is dead?"

[Prof. Victoria Potter]

She listened to him speak of his grandmother. It was obvious how much he loved her very much. Most people didn't care one way or the other about their grandparents that's not to say she didn't. Hers meant a great deal to her but then she wasn't that close to them. He was close and it was obvious. That was nice to see.

Even nice that his grandfather told him how like his grandmother he was. Something like that could make a person who just lost someone feel so much better, feel more connected to them. His grandmother must have been a great woman if he was really anything like her.

While they both stood there contemplating he asked her a very profound question one that gave her pause. This was a matter she never really delved into or gave much thought to. After a long silence she glanced at him and gave her own thoughts. "Real love in my opinion is unconditional. In that instance it never dies no matter what happens to the person in question. You will always love her wherever you are, however old you get. Love like that real love doesn't evaporate over time. That's what I think anyway." Kicking some dirt on the ground, she felt sort of shy pouring her heart out to him that way. All this talk of love and people leaving, it was hitting a bit too close to home for her.