"Wendy blinked at that. "Really?" Really," he confirmed. "Am I correct in thinking you would give more?"She blushed. "I would, if you asked it, for it...is due you," said Wendy."It will suffice my needs, Wendy," said Neritos. "I would not foist my disfigured self upon you for more personal repayment. So a sitting is my request." Very well," she said. "I will pose for you to sculpt, though I do not know how."He laughed. "You don't know how to simply sit and be beautiful?" he asked. "I find that to. Tonight's meeting was almost sure to be the last before Christmas, and now everyone was working on the stunning spell. She was paired with Ernie Macmillan, who was far less effective than usual this evening, for he had never quite gotten over his first encounter with Imogen more than three months before, at King's Cross Station on Platform Nine and three-quarters. He watched as Imogen dodged his latest effort, slipping as she did so. Had he not been thinking about who his opponent was instead. But that was nothing compared to the thrashing he received from his father when he came home, drunk and angry. But as he lay in his cot that night, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt, his sister came in and made everything better. Eldit was just three years older, but Grimbol, having just gone through puberty, seemed ages younger. She’d been away when the beating happened, but she knew empathically the moment she saw him that he was hurting. Without a sound she came to his bed and lay. . yeah that’s right. And no, you’re not getting a tattoo until you're twenty-five and have grown out of that silly notion! End of discussion.” Well it was at that point, I was just glad to have escaped from the ‘Susan inquisition’ on aunts and private matters. Me and my damn big mouth!It wasn’t until next Friday that I really upset the apple cart. I was home waiting for dinner, I had set the table and dad would be down soon from changing his clothes. I had a pad of note paper that we kept by.