It was miss wells and she was pissed told me that I would have to come to her office after class and we would discuss this.Class came to an end and I ...readed the trip down to her office. As I opened the door a wave of cold air hit me like a hammer my nipples hardened and it stole my breath, miss wells sat there in her gym teacher shorts wearing a white top with a sports bra. She was skinny was about 5'8 125 lbs... had no definition to her body like a piece of ply wood.She asked my why I even. THIRD WEBMISTRESS You know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor. FIRST WEBMISTRESS Good God, we were poor! My old dad used to say: "Money doesn?t buy you happiness, son ... erm, daughter!" FOURTH WEBMISTRESS I was happier then and I had nothing! I remember my old TG fiction site, back when it had barely a hundred, mostly amateurish stories. SECOND WEBMISTRESS Barely a hundred? You were lucky to have that many! My first site had barely a hundred VISITORS,. But it was in Weasely's mind he found what he sought. For years the students had noticed that Snape somehow knew which student was the least prepared. And he always knew who had forgotten his homework. And in Ron, Snape detected clearly that he did not want to be asked anything at all - that he just wanted to get through the class without being questioned."Weasley," said Snape sharply. "Did you do the homework?" Yes, Professor." Ron's strategy was simple - keep the sentences really short - too. It seems the young lady and she is younger than he is by some years, is ex-military, and is also seriously disabled: missing one leg and has a very messed up face. According to Liz, she is actually ugly, but very nice, and, and this was emphasized to me, is very self-assured,” he said.“So?” she said.“If I get the chance, and if it looks to be possible. I’m going to fix her face—gratis. That oughta get us some credit with our man. The problem is, that I haven’t seen the woman, let alone examined.