Everyone seemed to wait for someone else to speak. It was Professor McGonagall who interrupted the silence:"Good day, Harry. I hope you are rested."Th...n, as if they had all been given tacit permission to speak, Harry was greeted by the rest of those seated at the table. He sat on the bench between Hermione and Ron. Hermione just smiled and gave Harry's hand an affectionate squeeze."Did you sleep well, Harry?" said Luna. Of all those seated in the hall, she seemed somehow least affected."Well,. I kept the extra egg for a later seduction. I handed them to Gwen, who sheepishly took them. Behind us we heard, “Gwen, Julia, how are you?” I turned around to see our principal, Glenda White, with her husband. Gwen frantically pleaded to the teenager, “Please put these in a bag for me now.” The teenager obliged and handed Gwen the bag. Glenda looked at my large bag and gave a smirk, but said nothing. We talked about nothing for a couple of minutes and then Gwen and I headed out. I burst out. The juices of her man shutting her eyes, dripping from her face. She is perfect.Beauty is a bitch fleeting fast. Men get but one chance to rein her in. You grab the Rolleiflex on your bedstand. A sturdy, twin-lens 4x4, a slow but unrelenting hunting hound. Your most powerful flash is still attached to it. There is no time to be gentle, no time for soft lighting and silky white skin.You flood the bitch with brutal wattage. You shoot at her with the cruel, inhuman speed of the shutter. What you. It didn’t really… stick like I think it did with most of the other guys here,’ I inadvertently raised one eyebrow as he said this. ‘Choose a song then,’ I said perkily, handing him my iPod. ‘If you insist,’ he replied, taking it in his hands. I guess this kinda counted as flirting. But I didn’t care. I liked this guy, and so what if we flirted, nothing would actually come of it – Darren wouldn’t let it. ‘There!’ he exclaimed and I waited to here what song he had chosen. I squealed in delight.