" Son you are young and I know how your hormones are raging. Hell, even at my age I check out women like Mrs. Horton if I get the chance. Your mother ...nows I do it and that you will but she also knows it is like window-shopping. You look and never, never purchase or try on the merchandise. I don't expect you not to look but I do expect your discretion and that you not make it as obvious as you have been tonight." Something else you should know son is that people like Mrs. Horton are always. Weasley, you may speak first.”“Thank you, Harry.”Percy seemed unable to call Harry 'Mr. Potter.' Albus giggled at this.“I would like to thank Professor Kendrick and the rest of the Hogwarts staff for being so accommodating, as well as the students. None of the students sitting in this room right now were alive before the Ministry was reorganized in 1998 through 2001. None of the students in this room were alive during Voldemort's reign of terror. They read about both of these in history books,. ‘Wow. I’ve never seen a room like this. Don’t you ever tidy?’ I turned her towards me, tried my best to look stern. ‘What would your mother say if she saw this?’ Laura turned, a frown furrowing her eyebrows. She looked beautiful when she frowned. ‘I don’t know. I suppose,’ she said, surveying the room, seeming to take it in for the first time,’ that I was a slattern. That was one of her favourite words.’‘Like skelpit leathering,’ I suggested. She clasped her hands in front of her and faced me,. The lady had given instructions that the girl was to spend at least an hour every day exercising and stretching for just this kind of eventuality. This activity combined with the natural flexibility of youth, made it easy to pull her knees up and towards her chest while folding her legs tightly down. With more straps pulled into place over her legs she was now in shape of tightly flattened ‘S’. The padding of the box raised her lower back higher than her head, and so now just her ass stuck.