I run down the stairs and head for my front door. Only to stop short and ask myself, “Shit. What will I say? If it’s not Kari it will be embarr...ssing.”Seeing as I haven’t cum in so long I thought I would just chance it. Out the front door I go and walk on over. Being so late during the week day everybody on my street was sound asleep. I press the door bell and wait. I stand for another minute and I press the door bell twice. No answer. Just as I turn to leave I hear the door lock being. But the undesirables were almost equal in number to the decent wizards, and a longer, fiercer and a far more deadly battle soon was underway as the Ministry waged war on itself. Prior to returning to the Ministry to join in the fight, McGonagall arranged for the teens to be apparated home, except for Harry, Imogen and Hermione. Imogen had no home to go to, and Hermione's parents had been in hiding since Skeeter's disappearance. And it was ridiculous to think of placing Harry with his useless. .. I can’t wait...” Her voice still sounds a little clipped, like she’s genuinely impatient and keen to get started.Petra lets go of the nipple, smiles at her guest, then crouches down next to her Golden Retriever, talking to him and she unhooks his leash. “I think you’re going to have a lot of fun with this one ... Are you ready for fun... ? ... Eh? Eh?”She ruffles the top of his head, getting him excited and ready for action, holding him back for a few seconds, before finally letting him. My other handgun was scattered in pieces all over the table letting the oil soak in and waiting for my pleasure in reassembling the deadly effectiveness of a dangerously explosive confrontational past history spurting lead without mercy from my skillful hands. At the moment, only my left-hand gun was functional, except for the twin derringers safely hidden up my sleeves as a final line of defense against evil forces. I seldom used them except as a last resort because I preferred not to.