I snorted and went right on reading the same damned paragraph that I was starting over for the third time now. Some brother, I thought, remembering hi... behavior from the previous night. He continued even after I made it clear I wasn’t interested, but this time with regret in his tone. ‘You know, when Mom and Dad came in the Lodge last night and told me what happened, I don’t think I’ve ever been that freaked out before. I saw red…I was worried,’ his voice became slightly broken. ‘I was so. It was a lesson that served me well in politics—always show them how things could be worse. Christine smiled broadly, but Sheila merely dimpled.Instead of answering me, Sheila dropped to a knee and pulled Francine into a real hug. Christine picked up the camera and taped that. Sheila said, "I have been trying for fifteen minutes to thank you for the earrings." Christine may be good at layered subtlety, but Sheila is the standard.Francine:I hate being irrational. It irritates me, but never. She hadn't seen Ginny in the Gryffindor girl's showers but knew from the few times she had glimpsed her that she was as neat and clean as ever, so where was she washing up? It had to be somewhere other people didn't go or she'd have heard about it.Aha. Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. The wash basins were large enough that a small girl like Ginny could almost take a bath in them. Certainly they were large enough to clean up effectively.She snuck quietly into the bathroom and sure enough heard. It was a face worth remembering, and he seemed to remember legs to match, although the shorts they wore nowadays meant you had to imagine a lot. He searched for a name, came up empty. He wanted to talk to her, but thought she must have someone coming for her and didn’t need another rube seeming to hit on her. She caught him looking, and hesitantly smiled, then looked away. He bit the bullet.“Ride late coming? Can I take you anywhere?” He tried to sound cool, but she was a knockout, and his.