He’s not too bad looking himself if I do say so myself; with a mix of reddish brown hair, a clean shaven face, a great smile, and oh my god, those e...es! His green eyes always seem to be peircing right into your heart, melting your insides, the way lasers boil water. It’s not in a creepy way either. I don’t know if everyone else felt the same way, but every time we made eye contact, my troubles seemed to melt away, being replaced by pure happiness. I’ll admit, that when he’s not playing soccer,. "I'm sorry mum; I was just having a bit of a walk over by..."Hermione marched right in front of the huge pillow that Becky washiding behind and cut off Becky's explanation."How dare you! I'm not your mother! I'm Hermione! Why is everybodysaying I sound like your mother all of a sudden! I'm a teenage witchwith many years ahead of herself!" Hermione pointed her fingerdangerously at Becky's face. "You don't think I'm aging prematurely doyou?"Becky gulped. "Ummmm..."Hermione's eyes widened. "That's. .Leslie. Ican't figure out how to repair it. I think you're the only person alivewho can do that."Luthor smiled. "I'm sure it will be child's play, Super-Sister. Now, gohold that villainess at bay while I get to work."I streaked back toward town, hoping to catch Faora by surprise. Now thatshe had leveled the school, she was starting in on the downtown. Imonitored the situation with my telescopic vision as I hurtled toward thecenter of my beloved community. I watched with horror as she marched. I was pretty tipsy so I decided to go up to the room. I was standing waiting by the elevator when George walked up." "Where are off to pretty lady. You look like you need some help and I can see your husband hasn't come back yet? I would be more than willing to escort you to your room if you want." "Yes, I think I could use some help. John won't be back for another hour and thirty minutes or maybe even two. The elevator door opened and we got in. He put his arm around me. I thought just to.