”The hat was talking to her in her mind. She was somewhat surprised.“Yes, is that a problem?” She asked the hat, immediately on the defense.“N..., no, not at all,” the hat told her. “Now, where to place you, let’s see, hmmm I see that you are a bit flashy and forward, a Ravenclaw trait, but I also see that you use your body to get what you want and that’s a Slytherin trait. Hmmm you’re a tough one.”Before he could go on she said, “Please put me in Gryffindor.”“Why Gryffindor? You might be just as. She still held my gaze and her hands still nestled comfortably in mine, but I could almost hear the thoughts running pell-mell around her head. After what seemed like an age she nodded and stood up. Her hands slipped out of my grasp and she headed to the door. Just before she disappeared from view she glanced back at me. She still looked perplexed and I searched her face in vain for any clue. Then she was gone from my sight and I hear the faint sounds of her feet on the carpeted stairs. I. " Oh God, Poor Fred! Maybe the change was affecting him too, and the alcohol didn't help." I was devastated at the news, and I sat bewildered for a minute before my mind jumped back to my own serious problems. I was thinking wildly. "I know, maybe I can go to a hospital and see if they can do anything about me." Are you crazy?" Ellen hissed. "They would not believe you at all. Nobody believes in magic now, and you can't prove it. The book will have been destroyed in the crash and fire. They. ‘I always wondered where you went, what you did the rest of your life. You always get mixed up with cops?’ ‘Hey lay off. I thought he ran a fucking garage, for chrissakes. I just found out about the money and I just found out about the penchant for law enforcement. I already feel like an idiot, I don’t need your criticism.’ After that tirade we lapsed into silence and Marcus drove me to the garage. He probably knew where I lived but he was too polite to let me know. I watched him go and.