“I have been looking over your records and I found some troubling grades.”“Really,” trying to sound surprised.“How well do you think you are...doing in your studies?”“I think I am doing pretty well. I may not be a genius but I will at least graduate with my class.”“Pretty well you say. According to my records you are failing all of you classes, F’s right down the board. At this rate you will never graduate.”“What that can’t be right, there must be a mistake.”“No mistake. I am afraid you are going. . I'd like that..." We stayed chatting for hours until the bar closed and I even forgot about that other girl I had gone to get a drink for. Then came the time to ask her the main question right after we laughed together over the most trivial comment, and I smiled at her when I said "... How'd you like to come home with me tonight beautiful?" She bit her bottom lip nervously it seemed, just the way I liked it, and she replied, "Okay... Sure..." Just like that I was taking this gorgeous girl. As Hermione drifted farther into a world of wonderment her pseudo-conscious took shape in the form of a very spirited dream o pirates and intrigue.Hermione was unaware of the horror that awaited her just around the next bend.“You didn’t wait in line for the ride?” “No, of course not, emma said in a British tone. “I didn’t think, so!”“Yo-ho-ho ... hold on ma’am.”“But, first I believe we need a change of scenery to make that hiney good and bright, like it could light up the night.”The assembled. ”She trailed off, and I looked up from my feet to see what was wrong. There was a look of real worry in her eyes, and a slightly desperate tone when she continued.“I don’t want to lose him,” she said, and a single tear slowly made its way down her right cheek.Really? I thought to myself. Him? I didn’t say that, of course. I love my Mom, and if this was important to her, I’d do whatever I could.We stood in silence for a few seconds, and then finally I nodded.“Thanks,” Mom said, a hint of hope in.