"Enkidu..." she heard herself whisper, the noise distracting her and dragging her back to the cellar."Qu'est-ce que c'est?" Sophie asked, and from the...hallway footsteps quickly approached the basement door once more."See," a voice sounded out, louder this time. "I told you, it's just a pantry."Bullets ripped down the stairwell, pinging and ricocheting from the brickwork, and a heavily distorted, mechanised voice replied. "Get down there and check properly." Peering through the small window in. “Never be another man, Deena...”“I’m not a man, Haley. We’re best friends. You’re like a sister to me. You didn’t betray Dad.”“I cheated.”“‘S not cheating, Haley. Don’t tell yourself that. You love Dad. Me ‘n’ you ... just a step above masturbation. I LIKE masturbation. You used to...”“But it was always about your dad...”“Y’know, there was a time when I would’ve said ‘ewwwwww!’. But this is you and me, and I understand, more than you think.”“What’d’ya mean?”“I mean, Dad’s attractive. You know. "No," the god admitted. "I think you're a better person than I. There's no chance you'd stay here?" Come the dawn, you'll take me where I need to go, and return to rebuilding your people," McAllister shook his head."That is well. Don't admit it to the women, but they make sense."McAllister smiled, then, a thinning of the lips, though he was amused. "Negotiations at the peace table can win as much or more as the battle itself," he answered, "and it's an art."He left the god thinking then, while. ...amazing,’ said Ron with a glint in his eye, ‘I feel..... really good. Come on Harry, let’s go and stuff them Slytherin gits!’*The match was going incredible for Gryffindor, Ron was having a blinder in goal, making save after save and the score was 200-60 in Gryffindor’s favour. However, if Slytherin caught the snitch now they would still win. Out of the corner of Harry’s eye, he saw Malfoy enter a steep dive. He had seen the snitch! ‘Shit!’ thought Harry as he zoomed after the snitch, which.