Bourbon openly admitted that no support was coming from the emperor, because Pope Clement pressured the German nobles.Suddenly, the idea was there, an... nobody knew who shouted it first."Let us collect our pay from the Pope, then!" "To Rome!" "Death to the meddling Pope!"All the Duke could do was to assume the overall leadership. It could not be called command anymore, for the enraged landsknechte were beyond following orders. They did not even bother to collect the siege equipment. They broke. And Mrs. Weasley, however, were away on vacation, leaving their high-spirited red-heads at Hogwarts. The Grangers sent a letter to their gifted daughter sending all their love, but informing her that they had both contracted a nasty flu and that she’d be better off staying where she was for the break. Hermione and Ginny were practically alone in the girl’s dorm of the Gryffindor tower. So much so that they each had a room to themselves, though they often stuck together for company. There. "I have to smoke here so my daughter wont catch me, she's eight and she hates me smoking" I wash my face and sit in front of her. I ask her does she remember how all this started? she laughs and nods her head exaggeratedly, killing the cigarette. "how much longer have you got?" she asks. Well traffic is usually bad at this time so I could stay a while longer. "That's good" she says as she gets up and shoves her cunt in my face again. She's pushing my face into her as i suck on her clit once. A small girl caught my eye, so so much like my daughter, pointing in childish wonder at the strange crying man; her Mum trying desperately to regain her attention. My rescuer stopped and looked into my eyes, compassion and tears so very obvious. Pulling my hand, we walked across the dull cracked concrete to the exit, her steps clicking exquisitely, my own echoing a condemned man in utter resignation. We passed through the old Victorian exit and out into the town beyond. A large car was already.