He picked up his instrument and passed the strap around his neck. He touched it lovingly, caressing it, holding it close against him. He let long fi...gers glide over the strings of his guitar. I had seen him do this before. It was like a ritual with him as he became one with his guitar. He flicked on a few switches with his fingers and then picked at the strings as the guitar came to life. I watched the play of his muscles in his arms as he played. He didn’t look at anyone. The expression. "Since I have been at Hogwarts, I've seen how education can mould the way that people think and act, and I know that this can be a powerful force for both good or bad. But ever since I've been teaching, I have also come to realise just how much the use of words alone can be made to influence attitudes and opinions. At Hogwarts we use words to create and harness magic, but we emphasise this and we don't teach the young witches and wizards how ordinary words can also be a powerful force that can. We need a meteorologist to give us wind patterns. The wind will blow it around."The phone rang and the young lady who had been my guide answered it. She said, "We need to watch the screen. The copters are giving live coverage on government channels. All other aircraft are barred."We watched the screen and saw the terrible effects of the blast and the earthquake and tsunamis that followed. We were shocked as we watched the cameras as the copters sped south. One was going along the Atlantic. His name is Reggie. He lifts my chin so I can see the whites of his eyes - another stark contrast to his matte-black face. And lips fuller than my own, kiss me, with a passion previously unknown to me.This is forbidden.Bobby stands behind me and reaches around to unfasten my jeans with his lighter-brown-skinned hands. I would describe his beautiful coloring as just darker than any touch the sun can create. I will be ostracized. Reggie continues to distract me with his tasty kisses as Bobby.