"Lehrer Drake? Well, then, we at least have one thing in common. My last name is Drake too," she said with a grin.

She then smiled. "So, she's not all bad, then? Well, I don't mind that at all," Keaira said calmly.

Then his spirits changed. It was like he got nervous, and Keaira knew that what he was about to say was a lifechanger for him.

When he started explaining, Keaira wondered that maybe he was a muggle-born, but that wouldn't be possible. As far as she knew, Durmstrang only admitted half-bloods or more. Then he kept explaining, and Keaira understood.

"I don't know my parents either. I don't even know if they're alive. But I knew that my guardian wasn't my parent. But though I'd like to know who they are, I don't think too much about it. But I'm sorry that they died, I truly am. I wish I had been there then," Keaira said softly, meaning every word.

The loss of someone you cared about, no matter what relationship it was, was very hard. Keaira didn't know herself, because the only one she cared about was Myles. So she didn't really know anything about loss.

"If there's ever anything you want to talk about, Terry, then please tell me. Honestly," she said.

Terry felt that he could really trust this girls.

"There is always something that might come to my mind so I know I will probably take you up on that offer." Terry smiled as he looked at his empty butterbeer contemplating on whether or not he should get another one.

When she mentioned that she didn't know who her parents were and that her last name was Drake it made Terry think of something.

"Wouldn't be weird if Lehrer Drake was your mother, it might even be a little freaky."

Keaira grinned at him. "Good. I'd like to help," she said calmly.

Then she snorted. "That would be some awesome shit," she said casually, "But I wouldn't bet on it. What are the chances, I mean?"

She sniggered. 'The Sweeney', her mother. Yeah. And God loves Satan.

"But it would be cool to know who my mother is," Keaira then added in a thoughtful tone.

She sighed. She really did want to know, but she didn't want to care either. She didn't think it would change anything, but you never knew. She finished her butterbeer. She then looked at her clock.

She groaned. "I'm sorry Terry. I completely lost track of time," she said, annoyed at herself, "I have to leave in ten minutes," she added.

She then looked into his deep eyes. She smiled softly to him. She didn't know what it was, but something pinched her in her stomach. She didn't want to leave either. She wanted to stay there. She wanted to sit and chat with Terry until the end of the world. He was just ... great. He was much more than Keaira had ever known.

"But hey, we'll chat loads on Durmstrang, right?" she asked him, not wanting the conversation to end.

She really just wanted to sit there and stay with him. She didn't want to leave him. She sighed when she realized what the pinching feeling had been. Keaira then shrugged inwardly. If he was so appealing to her, what the hell was she supposed to do with it? She figured there was nothing more to do than just to go along with it.

When she said she was going to have to leave in 10 minutes he was a little sad, he was enjoying her company.

"Yeah, I guess your right I need to go too, but when we get back to school we will have to meet up in the evenings and talk about our day." Terry smiled at her.

"I know I wish I would get to know my real parents but seeing is they died I will never get that chance. It will be up to my sister to tell me all about them."

Terry stood up so they could get ready to leave.

"This has really been fun and I can't wait to talk to you again." Terry really wanted to hug her and he couldn't explain why he felt the pull but he would discover it.

"I look forward to that," Keaira said, knowing that days on school could get very long, and it would be good to know that the day would end up with her talking to a person she found so great.

"Well, at least you have your sister, right? It must be nice to have her. I know I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you if I didn't have a twin like Myles," Keaira said calmly.

They then both rose, and she took her denim jacket and threw it back on.

"Me neither," she said lowly.

She then sighed, knowing that what she was about to do was either completely stupid or absolutely wonderful. She walked up to him, and gave him a hug. It felt nice. He was warm. She smiled to herself.

"I'm really glad I met you, Terry. Truly," she said joyously.