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“You can do this, Steve,” I say to myself, clutching my satchel as I make my way to the partially open door.Suddenly, I’m on my hands and knees in the doorway of Professor Grey’s office, and gentle hands are helping to pull me up. Damn my clumsiness. I have to steel myself to glance up. Blimey, he’s so young...“Mister Barnes...” he extends a long-fingered hand to me once I’m on my feet. “Are you all right? Would you like to sit?”He’s so young, and so attractive. Tall, dressed in fine grey robes, unruly bronze hair and intense, bright green eyes that regard me shrewdly. I feel even more embarrassed in my worn school robes, a little short now though I’ve barely grown since first year.“Errr... actually,” it takes a moment for me to find my voice, and I think my mouth has fallen open in astonishment. This guy can’t be over 30. I extend my hand to him in a daze, and we shake. As our fingers touch I feel a strange current go through me, like a disillusionment charm but warm. I withdraw my hand hastily, and I can feel myself blinking rapidly, matching my heart rate.“Mister Barnes is, um, indisposed, so he sent me. I hope you don't mind, professor.”“And you are...?” His voice is warm, possibly amused, but it’s difficult to tell from his impassive expression. He looks mildly interested, but above all, polite.“Steve Rogers. I’m in Hufflepuff with Bucky... er, James... er, Mister Barnes.”