" Oh shit," as I jump up, looking at myself in the mirror, my hair stillbigger than usual, but a mess, my lipstick smeared across my face."There's mak... up remover in my medicine cabinet."She never brings up this fantasy again. I just assume that some day whenwe're really drunk it will happen again, afraid to bring it up myself.Three weeks later, she breaks up with me, out of nowhere. She drops offa bag at my apartment. It's the clothes, the heels, some make-up, thestockings filled with rice, a. "I am assuming what you have to tell me is of great import." I wouldn't have thought so if I hadn't gone over these readings several times myself before I contacted you." Readings?" Katla said. "Wait, you mean the Inonni Portals? Did Jothan send you something already?" Yes, and he's lucky I kept the receiver orb for his spy pearls active or I would've never gotten it!" What did he find out?" Uroddus said. "Can you transmit it to us?" That'll take some doing. I was never as good at those types. But it has historically been the case that those with the means and motives to actively seek it out were already more or less free to do whatever the fuck they wanted. Why would a king, upon whose whims men live and die, also need to be able to fly? Why should a foppish dandy, spending only a fraction of his inheritance on magical study and already up to his eyebrows in freaky sex, also get to talk to birds? They already lead lives so far beyond the common man that they might as well be. He was sitting with a bunch of his friends, sniggering at some private joke. “Can I talk to you for a second, Cedric?” Harry said in a controlled tone that even he didn’t know he could do. His tone didn’t reflect any of the hate and rage that he was feeling. Cedric moved towards Harry and they both went to stand behind a shelf full of books, in a shadowy corner. “I know what happened yesterday, Cedric!” Harry blurted out. “What are you talking about?” Cedric replied, astonishment and.