“Maybe tomorrow at Diagon Alley?” she asked and Harry nodded.He stood up from the table, thanked Mrs. Weasley for dinner and excused himself. Outs...de the kitchen door, the entranceway was empty. He started toward the study, but the thought of seeing the Black family tapestry on the wall turned him to his own bedroom. Perhaps he’d try a letter again tonight. The stairway was now unadorned with the heads of house-elves; a simple shimmering blue covered the walls. When he arrived at his room, he. My bed is in there." Travis pointed with his thumb over his shoulder and then followed his own direction. He kicked off his shoes and fell into the sheets. Without another thought, he fell into a deep sleep.Travis stood in the pew of his childhood church, St. Stephen's. He knew that he was dreaming but the tableau was so real, from the wood with its flaking varnish under his fingers to the faded colors of the wall tapestry of Christ's feeding the masses with fish and loaves. His sense of detail. ”“You’re learning Piper.” I replied. “I hope that it doesn’t get too cold this winter.”Allison’s shopOnce I knew that I really was staying with Ben, I asked him if he’d mind if I kept working for Allison. I told him that it was fun and that it was fun for some of the customers as well.“You can’t Cherry;” Ben replied, “you have to go to school on a Thursday and Friday.”“Yeah but maybe I could work on a Saturday or a Sunday?”“But that would mean less time with me and less fucking and tie-up. The muscles cramped tightly and I could not control them. "Tighter and tighter. Smaller and smaller. Flatter, more feminine."I heard the strange chanting once again in the background. I could feel my stomach getting tighter and tighter and couldn't do anything about it. It was a very unsettling feeling."Feel me pressing the sides of your waist as it shrinks. Your brain being overloaded with near-orgasmic bliss and you have lost control. You're mine to mold and shape. You can only feel my power.