"Professor McGonagall explained."That seems silly," Petunia replied."It is," said professor McGonagall, "It probably meant that your granny's life was...not as happy as it could have been. But unfortunately all of us tend to do silly things and sometimes they affect us in ways we never dreamed possible. Even Professors and headmistresses of schools do silly things," she finished rather wistfully.Luna looked at her in a new light and wondered what mistake she felt she had made that changed her. One objection the Hague Conventions had been that our softer-nosed bullets did more damage to flesh and they tended to shatter on impact if they hit bone. As far as we were concerned, it was better than a hardnose bullet piercing the dome.While domes were generally split into sealable sections and the buildings were designed to automatically seal, if you were out in the open park area when a major breach happened, you had better have your suit on. Our pressurised atmosphere escapes amazingly. Luca was back at his stall, ready to leave when another text popped up. “I invited an artist friend over,” texted Holly. “We’re having a girly pyjama party, and she’s going to spend the night. I hope that’s okay.” Accompanying her text was a selfie of her and her friend, a beautiful raven-haired woman, both smiling at the camera. Both were dressed in just their bras and panties. “This is Emily,” she texted next. “I learned a new noun today, sweetie. ’Size queen’. Apparently, that’s. Luckily Shauna and Eimile followed by Betty came out of the kitchen with my still damp shirt."Out of here, you trollops! Give the man some air." Betty announced shooing away the giggling gaggle. "And you," she zeroed in on her daughter, "are old enough to know better. Do your bragging some other time."Bragging? Now I was totally lost."Ah don't know what ya mean, ma," Leanne answered so innocently butter wouldn't melt in her mouth."You and your two henchmen here," she muttered. "Poor lad hasn't.