Each time she was to see him, she spent an hour or so of her precious time, programming herself with thoughts about Professor Snape and Potions class,...so that these thoughts would be uppermost in her mind when she went to see him.By now Imogen had realized that there was a definite disadvantage to not having studied Herbology. It was the rare potion that did not use a magical plant of some kind. Madam Sprout was a thoroughly effective teacher, and the other students had all studied the. Then I looked at the way she moved her hips as she sauntered to a table close at hand. Her? Our? Story in poetical prose of rhythmic stanzas that will curl a girl’s toes. No rings she donned, “I’m a free woman” her song, As she crossed her long shapely legs, And looked at me impishly one table away, I safely went back to my book and read. I felt young eyes staring at me, With self proclaimed liberty, The phantom raising a glass of wine, To make a toast only it can find, So her eyes burned in. "Alan, do you have a tire kit?" Yes, I do. It's in my trunk." Get it and make a plaster cast of this tire track. There's one up ahead about ten feet, get one of those too," she said. Then she walked up the road to see if she could see anything. PD saw that the vehicle had taken a turn that made a muddy print. "Here too, Alan. Cal, he turned here and went back down towards town. Are there any side roads before this spot and town?" No!" He called to her.When PD returned to where the body lay,. "That is the special place," Makwah said as he pointed to the creek.Nishiimi nodded."I think you are our brother now," Makwah said as he looked at Jean's leg. "We will help you to our home."The two young men pulled Jean up and supported him as they made their way back to the village."Why is he our brother now?" Myeegun asked his older brother."I will tell you later," Makwah said with a chuckle."I thank you," Jean grunted. "For helping me." We will always help you, brother," Makwah.