And Hanna's right, as hard as I try not to say anything, I might accidentally slip up. And I'd hate to think that I was the one that would be responsi...le for something bad happening to all of you." Shelby? How much does a good reporter make?" I asked."I don't know. Between twenty and thirty thousand, I'd guess. I know that a new reporter is lucky to make twelve their first year, even if they land a spot at the Times," she replied."Hanna, could you use some help on your project?" I asked.. My mouth gone open in shock and surprise and I could not understand what to do; I understood that my uncle must have seen me enjoying my parents sexual act. I could not speak anything. My legs were refused to move further. I raised my head slowly. I was thinking about the reply or the explanation which I should give to my uncle. My uncle was looking at me with a lot of questions in his mind. Suddenly my uncle stood up putting his finger on his lips with silent sign and holds my hand. He took me. I was a bit naughty and used the gem from my wand as a torch to find my way over the gully. I played with narrowing the beam with a thought and then widening it.If anyone saw me, the wand looked a lot like a long thin metal clad torch, so I wasn’t bothered that I’d get any strange questions. I put the magic box from my bag into my lockable locker in my room, and then I headed off to the showers.I walked into the ablutions block to find a bloke I knew of as Gazza.Gazza was standing in the open. TT shivered slightly at the atmosphere in the room. She felt confused but kept her focus on the paper. It didn’t take long for her to realize what she was reading. It was a story, a very erotic story about a father and his teenage babysitter, also named “Chris” and “TT”. She was surprised at the intricate detail, almost like she was reading a description of something that had happened, although she knew nothing like it ever did. She didn’t even think Chris would have those sorts of.