"The students will have to be told," said Flitwick, his voice not quite so treble as usual, manifesting the emotion which in all other respects he had...managed to suppress. Flitwick had been in the Great Hall when Snape had arrived, levitating a corpse-like shape wrapped in sheets and blankets, the unknowing students laughing and asking whether they were going to be taught anti-mummy charms. Flitwick had laughed too, until he saw the look on Snape's face and knew something was terribly wrong."We. Either that or an air mattress for the floor. This desk is hard on my back."Rob was saying, "I'll get something" as Diane quietly closed the door and hurried from the office.Diane wasn't surprised at what she had discovered. She had hoped it would never happen, but deep down inside she had been expecting it. She thought back to the barbecue she and Rob had attended nine years ago. He had been working for McIlhenny's at the time and old man McIlhenny had thrown a huge barbecue and pool party for. He steps inside. ‘Joe said you were having some problems with the sink and the stove?’ I notice that he is just a little taller than me. His hair is slicked back, the streaks of grey giving him a noble and aristocratic look somehow. I cannot guess at his age. Maybe forty? His skin is weathered and I suspect he is a bit younger than he looks. I wonder if he smokes. ‘Oh. Yeah.’ I try to gather my thoughts. He grins again, radiating a kind of shimmering heat. ‘Well, I came up to take a look. From. I sensed this, and perhaps that’s why I asked in the first place.“I forgot,” she said, and punctuated it with a smile.“わかります,” I said, which (I hope) means, “I understand.” Then I smiled too, showing her that I comprehended our new secret code.Y — worked at this bar I wrote at. I had a regular drink and a regular seat, and if the staff spoke better English they would have greeted me by name. Instead, I got enthusiastic smiles and my drink presented to me without asking.Of all the bartenders, Y.