. We sat there in stony silence as I took a napkin off the table and wiped off my hand under the table. Boss Hoggs face went from relaxed joy, to ackn...wledging the discomfort in the room, to beat red as he noticed the disgust in me that I was trying to hide again. He angrily zipped himself up and huffed and puffed. This is hardly some way to entertain a business partnah with some two dolla ho, he said getting up ungraciously, part of his shirt sticking out from his fly. Please, Jim, sit down,. We watched an Australian kestrel catch a small snake."What colour is it, Patrick?" I asked."Grey." So it's a male — a boy. Girl kestrels are a sort of red brown." He nodded."What's that?" Patrick was pointing at a branch of Mum's native fig tree (Ficus macrophylla). "The bump." That's not a bump. That's an owl. Probably a Southern Boobook. They sleep during most of the day and wake up and hunt in the evening and early morning. They eat mice and grasshoppers." 'Kay. Patrick thirsty."I guess I. Still, better to be over prepared than under. I sat down in a club chair across the room from her and waited for the inevitable to happen.We chit chatted about this and that. She emptied her glass and I refilled it, placing it carefully next to her, rather than in her hand, because I could see she was already starting to lose co-ordination. "Are you ok?" I asked. "Yes, just a little dizzy. It must be the heat." As the last words of the sentence dropped from her lips, her eyes glazed, the lids. Mind you, it saved my life, so maybe he won't mind too much." No kidding," said Harry, causing Ron and Hermione to laugh. They'd all noticed the looks Neville gave Imogen, and knew that their friend would be delighted to know that a potion he'd made had saved the object of his affection."Imogen," said Harry, "Hermione's already told us about the discussion you had with her in Hagrid's hut. We were all too hard on you, and like her, I'm sorry. Now that I've said that, do you mind if I ask you.