Would you follow me?" asked Mistress as she stopped at the doorway,about to leave the room."Yes Mistress!" Nikki sprang to her high heeled feet with ... zestreminiscent of a young child being asked to go and play in the park.Mistress casually walked to the end of the corridor and opened the dooron her left, opposite the rear entrance door to Mistress's en suiteMaster bedroom. This was a room in this very large house Nikki had notbeen in yet.As Nikki walked in after her Mistress she was. Eventually the Hat had decided to accept this rather confusing explanation.Despite his age, his wisdom, his position as the most powerful wizard in living memory, Dumbledore had not yet achieved Olympian detachment - he could not but wonder whether Imogen's recent actions would mean he was now fated to live longer than the end of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. The previous evening he had been rocked by the girl's account while under Veritaserum. Indeed, he was no where near having absorbed the. I set out to correct my dreadful mistake. At first, I forced a happy attitude, but, as I interacted with Sarah, I found it less and less necessary to force it at all. With Sarah around, I was happy! Sarah's attitude changed as mine did; we seemed to pick each other up. At last, we were both able to smile and mean it.We went riding and picnicking whenever we could. We spent every moment we could with each other. We got to know each other so well that we could communicate with a glance. It was. I'd beaten my goal. I'd sealed the deal, and I'd earned a celebration.I turned into a workout machine after that. For a celebration, I got deeply into weight training, not with the intent of looking like Ah-nult (as if), but to shape up a little better, sculpt and mold and transform loose skin into something a little tighter, better defined.Truth to tell, I didn't really like most of the weight-training crowd. To make a pop-culture reference: if you've seen Steve Martin's 'Roxanne', you will.