What was most striking about the Hogwarts of 1976 for everybody however, was the fact that almost every student and possibly teacher had one thing and...one thing only on their minds, sex. Dumbledore had told Harry that Hogwarts in 1976 was a lot more liberal and different than his own, but he had never expected anything like what he or his friends were experiencing. That was horrible Harry… I cant believe you didnt help me last night… You actually joined in! Hermione berated a smiling Harry. "You are truly a beautiful young man, Michael. That was a good thing you did for Sydney. I watched how she took care of you every day, always smiling. But I always thought she had a sadness hanging over her. If what she said is any indication, I believe it's gone now, thanks to you," she told me.I rose then, offering her the chair. Catherine thanked me as she sat down, lost in her own private thoughts. I waited. I really didn't have anything to say. I felt drained, wasted, and empty."Would you. That way he could enjoy being near her without her being offended by showing anything deeper than being plain friendly to a friend of mutual friends in the shape of Bill and Doreen. He was certain now that Abi was a family friend rather than actually related to Bill and Doreen.He returned on the Sunday and carried on with alternative layers of shellac and abrasive coatings, before he made a start on upholstering the chair frames. He worked quickly and steadily, finishing in time to start. Even in daylight the forest road leading to the lake was dangerous and there was one turn near the end that was particularly treacherous. He’d been warned about it and had still nearly driven over the edge, more than a thirty-foot drop to the water’s surface and who knew how deep below. Will crept closer, hoping to peek inside the dark windows. Something crunched underneath his foot. A beer can. In the growing light he spotted more and more of them littered around the car. Partiers, he should.