"Well, how many men have you slept with?" she asked Muriel.Her cheeks blushed. "I don't know."Of course their mother continued. "Beatrix said she sl...pt with tenguys a day since they started that cruise, I'm guessing she'sexaggerating..." Beatrix wondered briefly what her mother would thinkof her, if she knew those numbers would likely be a little bit short..."...So you tell me, which of you has slept with more men?" and ofcourse the question was still directed at Muriel... who put her. Estaba ella sola. Me abrió la puerta desde el interfono de la tercera planta, junto a su habitación, pero no bajó a recibirme como era habitual cuando me llamaba para quejarse por algo que no le había gustado. Y desde arriba, a través del hueco de la escalera, me llegó un "sube!" escueto, seco e inquietante. Me temía lo peor...Subí los escalones montándome la película de lo que iba a pasar a continuación: me señalaría algo que no estaba a su gusto, alguna minucia, y diría que es inconcebible. Hicks?” a calm, youngish voice asked.“Yes. Who’s this?”“I’m Constable Peters. I’m calling to let you know your daughter, Sia, has been involved in an accident.”The floor dropped out of my world. Sounds from the television seemed to fade away. An image of Sia at five years old materialized. My heart rate spiked, breathing became immediately difficult.“Mr. Hicks? Are you still there?”“Yeah,” I managed to respond, my voice sounding rough even to me. “Where is she? Is she okay?”“She’s fine. Mrs.. ” “But still,” I said, thinking of Elvira. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, after all. “How’s her Patronus?” Remus laughed. “I can’t say I know, but I’m sure it’s fine. But I don’t think Elvira is quite as dangerous as a Dementor, do you?” I giggled a little. “I don’t know. I’d say being kissed by her would be just as dangerous as being kissed by a Dementor. But maybe I’m reading too much into it.” He laughed again. “You know, you might just have a point there.” The conversation.