Dan, a really old guy from the states that had fought in Vietnam. Jaws had gotten his nickname from his buddies in Afghanistan as a joke, because he a...most never spoke a single word. Proud of his nickname, he had gotten a tattoo of Jaws, a great white shark, on his chest. “I don’t know what the hell Dr. Dan does, because Jaws doesn’t ever talk, but they spend an hour together twice a week. And Jaws won’t miss that time for nothing. Since he’s been spending time with Dr. Dan, he don’t do no. She said standing next to me.”It does feel nice to be back home, does it not?”I could barely contain my excitement and said after giving air to a deep sigh. “I never thought arriving on a little Outpost would feel so good. I have to restrain myself not to get o my knees and actually kiss the ground. There were times in the past month I thought I would never return. It makes me realize how fortunate we are to be Union Citizens.”She pointed towards public rest rooms. “Before we go through. We managed to put him in so much agony, he wasn’t able to move for a fortnight! What a holiday that was. 14 days of horizontal action. 14 days of comfort food. 14 days which meant no work for him, and peace for us. Obviously the weight piled back on, but we didn’t mind: if he wanted to try get back in the gym, we’d simply do the same again. If it worked once, it’ll work twice… So beware, fitness is definitely not good for you! Oh, before I forget, going back to the trapped wind. You’re no. The Howler arrived during breakfast. When Ron opened the envelope, the Howler repeated his mother’s scolding -- loudly enough to rattle the plates and silverware in the Great Hall, to Ron’s great embarrassment. After the Howler finished the message it shredded itself into tiny pieces.This envelope, though, wasn’t bright scarlet like Ron’s Howler. It was a deep, blood red.Harry realized the envelope contained something that people whispered about but few ever saw – a Growler. Rumours suggested.