Chapter 59

He hated lying, especially to her. If there was one person Harry disliked lying to almost as much as Lisa, it was her mother. She had always been so kind to him that keeping things from her felt like he was doing her a great injustice.

But what else could he do? It wasn't like he could just tell her that the reason he was tired was because he was using a time turner to go back in time eight hours each day thereby ensuring that the normal five hours of sleep he usually got was no longer enough. He just could not see that going over well.

"You didn't have to come if you were tired," Misses Crawft said gently, as only a mother could. "I'm sure Lisa would have understood if you stayed at home to get some sleep. It isn't like this is a dance recital or anything."

"I made her a promise," Harry told her stubbornly. "I told her I would come to watch her practice."

Misses Crawft sighed, shook her head, then smiled.

"You are the most stubborn child I have ever met," she declared, partly in mirth and partly in worry. Harry just grunted, feeling more annoyed that she had called him a child than anything else. "Still, what's done is done, and Lisa's session is just about finished, so I guess there's no point arguing over it."

Indeed, the dance class was close to concluding. Harry could see Lisa and the other girls in her class finishing their class with some stretching.

The dance class was much like Master Wei's Dao, only without the sparring mat, weapons, and various scrolls. There was also the fact that all of the people in this class were girls, while most of the students his martial arts instructor had were boys with one or two girls like Katrina who preferred learning martial combat to dancing.

The age range for the girls in class were also a bit more varied. Harry could see ages ranging from girls around Lisa's age and younger, to full grown women. Master Wei's class was much more structured when it came to age. Most of the older students had a higher belt, unless they were new, so the older ones were in the classes that happened later in the day.

As the dance class finally came to an end, Lisa said goodbye to her friends, who giggled as they said something that made her blush a fierce red while both parties gave discreet looks at Harry. With a small huff of what sounded like frustrated, or maybe embarrassment, the young girl with brown hair walked over to the two people watching her.

"So what did you guys think?" she asked both of them, though her attention was really just focused on Harry. Her mother looked amused.

"You did well," Harry complimented, his posture straightening from the slouch it had been in since the start of her class before she could notice. "I can tell you've been practicing a lot, and you've gotten much better than when you started."

"Ah!" Lisa gave a small gasp, her face turning to hide the irrefutable redness of her cheeks. Not that it did much good. "T-Thank you," she mumbled, looking down at her dance shoes.

Had Harry not been so tired, he would have snickered a bit at how cute she was being. No matter how many times he committed it to memory, watching his best friend get all embarrassed over a simple compliment never ceased to amuse him.

"Come on you two," Misses Crawft stood up from her seat, prompting Harry to do the same. "Let's head back home."

Less then fifteen minutes later, the three of them were in the car as it drove down the street.

Harry found himself once more nodding off as he looked out through the window, watching buildings, people, and street lamps go by. His eyes were becoming increasingly heavy, and his mind felt strangely fuzzy, like it was being filled with static or some other form of electromagnetic interference that blocked or otherwise hampered his ability to process thoughts logically.

"Harry," Lisa's concerned voice caused him to jerk awake just as he had been about to fall asleep. Blinking, his tired eyes traveled over to Lisa, who looked very worried about him. "Are you ok?"

"Just not sleeping well is all," Harry offered the girl a tired smile. She just frowned at him.

"You should get some rest," she told him firmly. "It will take about half an hour to home. Why don't you get some sleep before then? I'll wake you up when we get home."

Harry opened his mouth to offer a protest, but all that came out was a very prominent yawn. As if a damn had suddenly burst inside of him, Harry began to feel increasingly drowsy as the seconds past. His body soon betrayed him, as did his mind. His eyes began shutting without his permission, is mind began to grow more and more dim as if a fog was covering it, and his muscles began relaxing to the point where he started to slump over.

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