"I thought I'd taken enough. But what do we do now?" Let's chance it," said Harry. "The security's meant to keep people from getting in, and not from ...eaving. I say we give it a go." He poked his head out for a look, and just as quickly pulled himself back in."Spoke too soon. There's a lot of activity out there. Let's wait a bit."They stood in silence, hearing the noise of what sounded like a work party of some kind, evidently too many goblins for Harry and his friends to imperious all at once.. Only I have worked on this potion. I'll take a part of it if you require?" He said.Harold smiled. "Since you asked so nicely ... here." He handed the vial to the physician, who sipped from it before handing it back to Harold."You see, Your Majesty; I have confidence in my work. You may drink without fear."Harold frowned, "You think I am afraid of any potion? You belittle me." His eyes flashed with repressed rage.The physician shook his head, holding up his hands. "Oh, no, Your Majesty. Everyone. The boy pounded down the stairs and cursed as they passed on. He was quiet for a while, then talked softly to someone. He came in, phone in hand. He was dressed, but his feet were bare. "How about this place, what did Enrique tell you about it?" He rummaged through the fridge and came out with half a six-pack of beer. He gulped one down while he listened, then tossed it to clatter on the floor. "Sounds good, I'm in. I'll be there in an hour, ready to rock and roll." He hung up and swilled. “I was the one that didn’t close the blinds, I should know better by now.”By now? What did she mean? She must know that I park in that spot and come home late on the weekends. Was she implying she had left them open on purpose, and waited in the dark in the hope I would catch a peek at her? “No, you're just getting caught up in the fantasy of it all,” I reprimanded myself.“Well, um, if you don’t mind me saying it, you looked incredibly sexy,” I stammered with all the confidence I could.