“On the Quidditch pitch?” Ron, who sat next to Harry as usual, asked disbelievingly. His voice was ringing painfully loud in the great hall. Harry...stared down on his food not daring to meet anyone’s gaze.Katie sobbed loudly. “Yes, on the Quidditch pitch and McGonagall saw and I’m sorry... I’m so very sorry.”Harry felt Snape’s gaze fixed on him and knew that the potion master was smirking but Harry didn’t care about him. Instead, Harry looked up from his plate to see how Hermione was taking. .. Wha ... What da ... How da ... Who da..." I can't talk; I stop and take a deep breath slowly letting it out. Whew! Let's try that again. "How do you know Earth English? And better yet who or what are you?" I can better explain later; but for now know that our civilization is very old and we have visited many planets over the centuries. As such we have learned many languages and many cultures know us or know of us. Right now I am to escort you to the palace where our Queen is waiting to. May be around 3 kms or so.She sat with me holding that bag and we headed to that office. On the bike she wasn’t sitting close but 2-3 times I got bumped with boobs but not with that pressure. I took it casually but in the back of my mind the idea to Pataofy this girl started. I enquired about her what she does n all… she replied that she’s in some college belongs to Mumbai and due to exams approaching soon she didn’t go to her hometown.Stays with her roommate who is going home today for 10 days. “Ok, let’s go”, you eventually say.We arrive at a tiny little place in town. I can tell that it is one of your favourites because everyone there seems to know you. The hostess starts to lead us to a table in the back and you stop her.“Can we have one in the centre Sally?” you say.“Of course Christian” she says.Sally leads us to the middle of the room and you pull out my chair for me and I sit. I order a Canadian Whiskey and ginger ale and you order your Samuel Adams. When the server returns.