“I don’t think we’ll have too much trouble catching up though, as long as those Perverted Pixies keep floating around.” Luna replied, yawning ...ith tiredness as she closed her eyes and was quickly whisked away to pleasant dreams.The first day of classes were short and sweet for both Ginny and Luna; after Charms with a much younger Flitwick and Care of Magical Creatures with Professor Silvanus Kettleburn, who was missing several fingers and toes, Ginny and Luna took a quick lunch in the Great. "No Sir," she said, and tried to hide the note in her hand. "Well perhaps the class would like to hear what's on this note then. Would you like to share the note with the class?" "No Sir." "Come up here, Miss McMillan," he said as he walked over to his desk from the chalkboard. Cathy got up from her desk and walked to the front of the class. She stood at his desk in front of the class as Mr. Graham wrote out one of his famous detention slips. "I guess you will be keeping me company for a couple. Hopefully you’ll learn something. If not, well, I’m sorry I wasted your time. * *What Was Really Going On* My story began at 2:00pm one Friday afternoon. I sat on the floor of my studio apartment crying. Why was I crying? For starters my bills, all of them, were months past due. My mail box was full of disconnect notices and I was screening my calls to avoid bill collectors. In my defense I usually was a very financially responsible young woman. Three months prior to my break down I worked full. I also admonished him to be careful who he confided in, reminding him of his lost friendship. I stood on an upper deck watching the activity as the yacht was moored. I watched as the crew departed for their well earned time off. Some were met at the dock by family members. Parents, wives and children happily greeted the men and boys they had not seen for a time. Greg, Hector and an older man who kept the engines in tune had no one waiting. The older man was from Greece and not of the island..