Rebecca shut off the lights in the room except for a single lamp in the corner to see by. Pulling her laptop to the foot of the bed, She sat down on t...e floor, legs crossed in front of her. The website pulled up on the screen, she began the careful setup for the ritual. She placed one candle directly in front of her, with the other two behind her, flanking her on either side and forming a triangle around her. In the bowl, she dumped heaps of the various spices together, enjoying the spicy aroma. I fully expected her to have some ambivalence about my new plan. On the one hand, she'd feel gratified that I was interested in lawyering -- of any variety. On the other, she'd worry -- some -- about what Daddy might think. Would he feel rejected? And supposing he did feel rejected? How would Mom feel about that? Good? Bad?... Both?My parents were complicated citizens.Her next question, too, was predictable. "Where would you go to law school?" she asked.You'd think my Mom, high-powered. He was thinking about setting up a lab – but then thought better of it. As close-mouthed as Artemis was being, he couldn’t be sure he’d be allowed.Rather than head for the weight room, he instead started practicing his Krav Maga techniques. It had been some time since he’d taken the time to practice the only form of martial art he actually knew. Usually, he’d been busy enough with real world attacks so practice wasn’t strictly necessary. Now, though, with his body foreign to him, he realized he. "Well now you, dear Harry, have upset the applecart." Why?" Because we're becoming closer and closer, aren't we?"He nodded."And soon you're going to want to kiss me and hug me and things."He nodded again."I won't be able to let you and that wouldn't be fair and you'd probably give me up." She burst into tears. "I'm sorry," she snuffled.Harry's instinct was to run round the table to cuddle and comfort her but he realised that that would be the last thing he should do. Instead he sat silently and.