Her breasts were smallish but very shapely and her panties were very tight, I could see the mound and the top of her slit, I couldn't stop staring. S...e looked at me and asked if I was alright, I stuttered something about being ok then I think she realised. She apologised and said she was sorry for just stripping off in front of me. I said it was ok but I could feel my face was flushed.She then said she was going for a bath and could I bring her a cup of tea. My god I thought I am going to. She flicked through frame by frame. There, clear as day was the image. The menacing eyes, intricate pattern, distinct shape. She closed the screen of the camera into the main body and stared blankly at the wall. Was that part of this ‘curse’? It felt different, like kids messing around. But the mask....their masks....nothing made sense. She stood up and wandered back over to the bathroom mirror, staring intensely at herself. She bent down and splashed water across her face. She looked back up. "Er,how about Joan?" I stumbled."Joan? Real inventive, John. I thought you were suppose to be quick onyour feet?" Sara teased."You took me by surprise," I moaned."Ok, how about this? What was your parents going to call you if you'd beenborn a girl?" Sara asked.I thought for a moment."Stephanie, I think," I answered."Stephanie Rivas." Sara tested the name out. "I like it. Pleased to meyou, Steph." I didn't say that I was going to choose that name," I protested."Well, you didn't choose your old. His arrival, corrected many thingsthat I was told about my life. I was a Wizard, my parents weren'tdrunks who died in a car crash, they were murdered by an evil Wizard.The very same wizard who gave me my scar.Hagrid's arrival and my introduction to the wizarding World exceededeven my expectations. I thought that this is where I truly belonged. Iwasn't a freak here, I was a wizard. How wrong I was, as this wasproved over and over. Sure the Wizarding world had magic, that wastrue. But in many.