To earn his bachelor’s degree in Criminology. One day, he told himself, he’d go to Law School. Although Stephen had trouble admitting it to himsel... at first, he came to love Canada. How could he not love the country where he earned for himself those things which he never could have acquired as an undocumented immigrant in the vastness of America. A licence. A health card. Access to higher education. Yeah, his life definitely improved once he got to Canada. He felt independent…and free. Also, he. "Yeah, of course." Great, 'cause you would not believe how bored I've been the last coupledays," Jordan moved right along.Looking up, I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? No more pool parties." Nope," my friend confirmed. "I can't get a ride anywhere 'cause of mystupid parents, and everybody else has been too busy with actually funshit to come hang out at my place." That sucks," I empathized, although my problem was pretty different.Jordan couldn't get to the places people wanted him to be. I, on. The lady did get on her knees and I showed her where the housing was gouged and bent explaining that the shaft was bent inside the housing. She asked, "Why are the wheels off?" I took the wheels off to see if the rear brake drums were seized since the rear tires were skidding. When I tried to turn the shaft it wouldn't turn so that's how I came to get the car up off the ground farther to find the problem."The lady asked, "If the car is so badly damaged, how did it get here? Most of the tow. I'll never understand how that dunce ended up in Slytherin." Ever a fan of using his words to her gain, Pansy smirked, a light hand running up Harry's thigh, "I hope you'll get to 'slither-in' me sometime soon, babe..." That," Harry answered, kissing Pansy, "was terrible. You've done better."She just smiled back, her eyes paying attention to the Sorting, while her hand paid attention to the growing bulge under Harry's robes. The 'political leader' of Slytherin House leaned back slightly, his.