"I... I thought you might be Lady Allen's daughter or a relative..." Ron awkwardly diverted his gaze, his voice tinged with obvious confusion.
She laughed again, this time more unrestrained: "Daughter? This old body of mine has lived for hundreds of years, where would I get a daughter?"
Only then did Ron notice that, although the appearance was completely different, that manner of speaking and the sharpness in her eyes was indeed identical to Lady Allen's.
"But you..." He didn't know how to describe the change before him.
"You needn't be too shocked." Lady Allen turned slightly to explain, "On the days each month when the magic fluctuations are most active, I can briefly return to my youthful appearance."
She stretched her body, seemingly enjoying the comfort this young physique brought:
