You blink and shake your head to clear it, and sit down abruptly; the trip out of the Pensieve's left you a bit groggy.

Intense. I wonder how he fixed it to pull out his thoughts as well?

Gods, I wonder if she knew he felt that way as early as that... you think vaguely. And I wonder... what was that date, from Alexander's? October, I think... of 1996? Or 97?

Noooooo. He wouldn't have, would he?

This is potentially very embarassing, if he has.

On the other hand, only one way to find out. If it's too squicky I can always back out, I suppose.

When you're ready, you pick up your wand and dip it into the surface of the silvery liquid.