I like things with brighter colors.” I thought about her frankly dull bedroom walls.“Well, if you see something you like, there would be nothing w...ong with adding a little color to your room.”We were seated at a table by a window overlooking the veranda and on out to the lake.“We hardly do anything together—as father and daughter. We should do this more often,” I tried again.“We go to church.”“As important as it is, there is more to life than church?”“Is there?”“Cassandra, what is the problem?”. "Joerg nodded."It is enough. Peace, Mayor Albrecht?"Hesitantly, the Mayor took the proffered hand."Peace."With that, he turned and marched through the gate. With a rumble, the heavy iron grid closed, and then the drawbridge was pulled up. Joerg and Hildburg were alone, while Thorben walked to his wagon, harnessing the horse. Joerg looked at the woman at his side, in her bridal gown, with flowers in her open hair."By God, Hildburg, but you are beautiful!" he exclaimed.Hildburg looked back at him. .?" 'Passing through' is more like it," I said and smiled again. It dawnedon me that he probably interpreted my fidgeting and uneasiness as afeminine invitation to come on to me but I was unable to pull myselftogether. "I'm with a friend of mine, and, um, she suggested that weshould go out. Check out the nightlife of Chesterton." You've found it, what little there is," he quipped with a smile of hisown and a chuckle. "This is where it's at when you're in Chesterton. So,how do you like it?" Like. .. you sent me letters?" Harry asked in confusion. "I have only ever received letters from Ron, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley, and only Hermione writes with any frequency. Well, I did receive a letter from the Ministry of Magic warning me about underage magic use, but that was done by a house elf, not me."By now, Neville was standing, and the normally mild mannered Gryffindor was so angry that waves of magic were pouring off of him and making everyone's hair stand on end. With a look of absolute.