For Heather, the exams went surprisingly well. Her newfound academia,which accompanied her new gender proved to be most useful. Despiteeverything that...happened to her that year, she took in a lot more thanshe had expected. But that still did not stop her from being stressed.She found that stress will always prevail. Their final exam, History ofMagic, took place towards the end of June. The fifth-years entered theGreat Hall at two o'clock and took their places in front of theirfacedown. “You don’t want to talk, do you?” he asked.She had enough of his badgering. “No, leave me alone.”“Why not? I’m beginning to think you don’t like me.”A desperate surge of anger gave her strength. Daniel’s twinkling blue eyes annoyed her. “I don’t know you well enough to dislike you.”“Oooh, zinger!” Daniel clutched at his chest. “Direct shot.” He leaned forward. “You’re even more beautiful when you’re angry.”Either Daniel told the truth or, more likely, attempted reverse psychology. If she didn’t. . something to the effect that 'this was what you get for fucking my wife' or something like that. That's all I said. He went ballistic right then and they carried him out and... that's the last time I saw him." I see. Would you care to explain that statement, Mr. Gilchrist?" Statement?" Ryan asked. "What I just said?" He let a confused expression settle over his features."No, that what... well, that the sentence was what he got for having sex with your wife." Well... I don't know what you want. " He typed something into the computer and looked back up. "Yes, we do. Would you prefer first or second floor?"I glanced at Matt and he shrugged. I turned back and said, "Second, I guess. It doesn't really matter." He then handed me the registration card. I filled it out with my name and listed the number of persons as two. When I got to the space for the car information I turned and asked Matt, "Do you remember the license number?"He nodded and told me what it was as I filled it in. Then I.