We started seeing each other regularly after that. We would go over to my neighbor's house and make out in the basement. My older brother didn't like ...er. He told me that whatever I did, don't screw her. Well I took his advice at first. She had the kind of breasts that I learned to dislike. They were big floppy ones with an areola that just sorta blended into her tit. She was 16 at the time and I was just about ready to turn 18 and graduate high school. Even at that young age, her tits were. I was feeling boozy, I had started drinking early with little in my stomach, so it hit me before even arriving at the works annual party.Tom was my husband's friend, we had not met in person as yet, but had spoke on the phone and I liked his voice with its dulcet overtones, and found myself flirting with him, even more so when he complimented me to my husband as sounding a very sexy lady.I knew what he looked like from old photos of them together at a works BBQ, and I thought him a catch, but. Well, actually I was just a bit bi even then. Mostly I went for women, but would occasionally fool around with men. Hey, whatever felt good. And then I had to go and get involved with Ysané. Passionate, temperamental, insanely jealous Ysané.How was I to know that she was a practicing witch? Sure, she played around with all that occult shit and once even tried to get me to do Tarot card readings and Ouija Board stuff with her. I just laughed and told her to knock that stuff off.. I’ve cast a powerful spell on it so that as you shrink, your wand will shrink with you.”Under your breath, you mutter sarcastically, “Great, now I can hex protons when I’m the size of an atom.”“What was that?” Dumbledore smiled benignly. You manage a weak smile yourself, not as thrilled as you should be that you’ve gotten your wand back.“Thank you headmaster, for everything.”“Now Harry, no need to sound so conclusive. We’ll get this little shrinking problem handled and everything will return to.