Next thing there is a tap on the window, its the girl, she is telling me I can wait at her house and enjoy a coffee while I wait for the bus to be r...paired. I jumped at the chance and left the bus to follow her.While we were walking the short distance to her home she tells me that she lives alone in this big house which she inherited when her parents died in a car crash. This she says is why she does not drive and why she takes the bus.On entering the house the heat washed over me ,wow, its. “But what is Hogwarts?” Kaden asked.“Dudley,” Neville said quietly. “What have you told your children about Harry?”Harry? What did Harry have to do with this? Kaden had met his dad's cousin, Harry Potter, only a few times. All he knew was that Harry had three kids around his own age and that they lived in London. For whatever reason, Kaden's family rarely visited them. Kaden found this rather odd since his grandparents had raised Harry after Harry's parents were killed in a car crash.“Not. It was a normal day, I had a girl come in wanting a tribal dolphin on her ass.Don't ask me why. An old regular by the name of Johnson came in for a chat and the chance for me to finish colouring in the topless pinup girl on his leg, and a group of collage boys who all wanted the same tattoo to represent there bromance or something like that. When I was finishing off the last one and faught off all the flirting teens, I noticed a familar face walk into the studio. "Jen, is that you?" I asked. THEY might not know what they were up to, but SHE did. "Ready?"Alan glanced up from his examination of Pamela. "I checked a bag - just a moment." He turned toward baggage claim, leaving the women to share a startled glance - he checked a bag for a weekend trip? Margot shrugged and the pair followed Alan to baggage claim, which turned out not to be TOO odious. Bag in hand, Alan followed the pair to the parking garage, where the couple settled awkwardly into the back seat of Margot's Chevy.The.