As I approached my new home, a male slave sat at a desk in front of thedoor. I walked up to him and stood still. I knew what would happen in Ispoke.He...tapped a button on his desk and the same scanner beam engulfed me asbefore."ED-100971984. Stephanie. Nod if this is correct," he said, as much as Ididn't want to, I didn't want the pain more, and I nodded."Cell 22973. Follow the markings. Third meal is in 30 minutes at 8:00pm,"He pressed another button and the door opened. I walked through and. "Mimbilus Mimbletonia".The portrait door remained closed and the Fat Lady motionless, staring out of the picture rigidly as if she were the subject of a Muggle portrait. Umbridge repeated the password, louder this time."It doesn't matter how loudly you say it, if you're going to mispronounce it," said the Fat Lady.Umbridge stifled an oath, and pronounced the password again."That's better. Much better." The portrait swung open obligingly. Umbridge stepped through and into the common room. As she. She asked Meena to ask me to wait down, drop Radha and her daughter at their home. After some time Radha came down. She sat behind with her daughter.I could see the anger on her face. She did not talk to me at all. As we reached below her building. Both of them got down. Radha asked me her daughter to go up, she sat on the front seat. She started scolding me.“Are you mad? Why did you fuck Meena like this, so deep and such roughly? You are very lucky that she did not bleed. If she would have. It was maybe quite normal there but in India, we all know, nothing is spoken directly. One day suddenly changed this all. It was the last week of December. My German friend messaged me that he will be Delhi for 1 week for official work for his company and that he will come to Mumbai on his own expenses with his friends to meet me and that they will be spending the new year’s night in Mumbai.I was delighted but to my utter dismay, my mom told me that she wants to go with her friend Amruta to an.