We're not sure of the precise number. There was a brief fight, and two of the death eaters were killed outright, a third wounded and captured. My fath...r was badly injured by a curse, and lost a lot of blood. The healers told us that he was almost desanguinated by the time he reached St. Mungo's - another few minutes, and he would not have made it." I'm sorry," said Imogen. There was little she could say. At least her warning hadn't been useless, for Mr. Weasley alone would have fared poorly. Especially Wednesdays before summer really started. I had come in after school and opened the place at 2:30. We would get some traffic around 5:00 and then whatever crowds we were going to get during the dinner hours from 6:00 to 8:00. But from 2:30 to 5:00 I usually had the place to myself. And I was pretty horny.This didn’t happen all the time. I was still in school but every now and then things just built up. And when I had gotten an eyeful of that one particular crush on the track and then. I flagged him down and he stopped. I approached the window. He handed out one of those pretty large manila envelopes. We both said ‘Hi’ at the same time. He never looked over at me. He drove away. Thank God! So then I needed to get off the street where anyone and everyone could see me so I just shoved the envelope down the back of my shorts and pulled the shirt over it to cover it up and headed back in. I thought of going back again the tricky way but then saw Mrs. Feingold out watering her. I didn't backslide. Nogirly clothes. My ear studs stayed out, for most of the time. Mytattoo stopped hurting, and while I had to keep it it, my navelpiercing healed nicely. I was still taking my pills though, that wasthe wall I couldn't seem to break through.I kept running. If it was my being out of practice, then practice iswhat I needed. And practice helped. I got some of my wind back, andwhile it wasn't overnight success, I felt a little stronger, and littlecloser to normal each time.