Angela was waiting for me, and I needed her alone, so I took her into the shower. Once we were surrounded by steamy water falling all around us and ru...ning the bug that had to be planted around us, I washed Angela from head to toe, using all of my intestinal fortitude to avoid a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. As I lathered and washed her hair, I put my mouth right up to her ear and shared the news, as well as my plans for how to tie Othneal up in knots with our incest story.Angela loved the idea of. I think it might be an idea to let her tell Ma about you, too ... just tell Bernie what you told me and she’ll find a way to tell Ma in her own inimitable way.“I was going to take a holiday in the sun before you arrived, but I don’t know if we’ve got time to get you a passport, and, anyway, if you haven’t got your birth certificate we’ll have to get a replacement first. We might have to wait a while for the holiday but we can get the passport sorted for the next time we tour. The next one’s in. The mask prevents me from turning my head and I found that I had to take small steps when I walk in public to prevent bumming into things.However it’s not all fun and games because the mask is a pain to maintain. It’s my mutemask so I’m in charge of maintaining it. The mask itself is quite sturdy but it is white and it’s my job to make sure it stays white.White represents purity in Jorea and once a year women would repaint their mutemask on ?Purity and Chastity Day? (yes, there’s such a holiday. Hermione is leaning on me, her right arm drapped over my shoulder.The peaceful moment we had been sharing is suddenly shattered by raised voices behind us. Something hits the wall off to the right of us, leaving a white mark.A snowball.Ron is tearing across the yard, Harry and the twins close behind him, each one preparing to throw another volley.He dives behind us, pushing us a little to the right. As a result, the three snowballs intended for him hit us full on.The three of them stop, staring.