At her insistence, and with the agreement of the school, she had tried to implement a policy of voluntary freedom and mandatory wages for all the hous... elves at Hogwarts. After her experiences with Kreacher while at Grimmauld Place, she thought that she knew their ways: but she was unprepared for the apparent hostility that met her proposals. It was left to Kreacher himself to explain to her, that the elves had no use for freedom: that to them, it was their sole purpose in life to serve their. “Drink?”“Maybe a few drinks; beers or wine, a week. Nothing heavy, and not to the stage where I get drunk...”“Coffee?”“Two to three cups a day.”“All that’s good; I say this to everyone, but particularly with the propensity for heart rhythm problems, don’t start smoking, only drink in moderation, stay in good physical condition, keep your blood pressure and cholesterol under control. The main reason is to make life as easy as possible for your heart. There’s no need to stop doing the things you. ” He nodded toward Isolde and said, “Your friend here met him, and they seemed to hit it off pretty well.” Isolde’s heart took an extra beat. She opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it, as if she had lost her train of thought, which wasn’t far from the truth. She had not stopped thinking about Terry ever since she had left him to ride home in Bob’s car. She pictured him sitting up on the tractor seat, his shirt sleeves rolled above his elbows, and his bronzed arm muscles rippling as he. She walks through her house to the bathroom, where she washes her face. She glances in the mirror at her 23-year-old self: her big wide eyes, her prominent large nose, her soft puffy lips, her long wavy blonde hair. Her big round breasts stand out like headlights on her nubile curvy body as her nightie slowly slips further down them.Suddenly noticing her indecent state, she quickly adjusts to cover up. However, her breasts jiggle as she walks out of the bathroom, causing her nightie to subtly.