“Focus!” he snaps. “You’ll hurt yourself, if you don’t control your movements.”Then, he maneuvers me down into plow position, with my legs...piked over my head, and slides my panties off my ankles.“Somehow, I don’t think you’re interested in helping me stretch…” I grumble, as he modifies my pose again.“Squeeze your abs,” he says in answer. “Now, spread your legs…”I giggle.“Shh! Stay focused.”“I’m trying to!” I protest, “But my perverted trainer keeps taking off my clothes and feeling me up!”He. Luckily, only those with 'second sight' could see what I was seeing.I tried the door. Locked.Ok, we do this the hard way. I placed my hand against the door, and pushed. I felt the power as a tingle. I recognized the style right away. I pulled a little power from my ring, and tried to form a shield within a shield. I was trying to meld and cancel this guy's power.It took me a minute, but I did it. I then entered the old fashioned way. I cast a small hammer spell, and bashed the door open. I. The prison guards were none the wiser for the exchange. Skeeter had been with child to plunge into the pensieve's contents, but was forced to restrain herself, for she had promised Dumbledore that she would read none of its contents until she had delivered the pensieve to the headmaster first. To her relief, the pensieve had been returned to her within a couple of days, leaving her free to explore the secrets of the greatest wizarding enigma in history. At first the contents seemed so vast that. "I smiled."So tell me," she continued. "How was your day? Did you get manycompliments?" I did," I gushed. "I also have a date tonight." Oh really?" Cindy said with a huge grin. "Who's the lucky guy? Is itRon?"I wasn't ready to talk about my sexuality with my sister so soon afteraccidentally talking about it with Ron, so I figured I'd just gloss overthe details."No it's not Ron. Though I think you guys may have miss judged him. Shesays he has a friend he wants to set me up with." I smiled."Oh,".