Karen and Clint decided on a break in filming, and to try and remount some of the scenes at a later date. It was to try and help me, but if anything i... made me feel worse. Even worse than I had felt for that big scene in the first film. I could find no way to bring ‘Pops’ back. I was on the point of telling them to re-write the part so that it was even smaller. That way they should be able to at least save most of the film. *** I was driving Karen home for the break. We sat in the car, neither. I went a little crazy myself, I think.’ He turned to gaze at her, his eyes telling her what the years had cost him. Focusing his attention back to the dark city streets he added, ‘I was sorry when I heard about your dad. He was a good man. It must have been terrible, losing him and being alone like you were.’ ‘It was hard. His heart just gave out. He was the only one who supported me, believed in me when I was trying to get answers about what happened to you. It was just too much for him.’ ‘I. I wasn't sure about her experiencing someone else, another cock. She went out to lunch with him several times and they would flirt each time. She would rub next to him, or back up into his cock. She told me she couldn't control herself, and she was just so horny around him. He had this affect on her. I was not sure how to take this, I didn't know him. I had known our neighbor for years, but this guy was different. No one knew him.. I wanted to support her in every way, so we decided to invite. ” Hermoine grinned at her plan and finished her last fork of Christmas pudding. “I`m gonna run up and see after the potion. Come up as soon as you have the hair!”. She stood up and made her way towards the staircases. The table in the Great Hall began to clear. Dumbledore had just opened the last cracker together with Professor McGonagall and was giggling over a yellow budgie that had come from it and was now hopping onto McGonagall’s head. Harry and Ron waited until they were the last students.