What classroom ... you know I work in the office ... you didn’t? Work Study ... Junior Clerk. We don’t talk much lately, do we?”“No ... not si...ce I started University ... you withdrew and I formed other relationships. Probably my fault.” I made that universal gesture that says ... continue with your tale.“They barged in the door, flashed badges, hollered ‘Official Government Business’ and kept going.“Head called me ... and I stepped in. They wanted me to go with them ... I said no.”“We’re here. One of my O’s was a blank tile, “You can start me off with eight, sixteen, seven, eight, nine, twenty, forty-two, ninety-two points.”“What! Fuck off!” Pat screeched. She was still taking her tiles. Her hand was shaking in the bag.“You can’t tell me what to do,” I smiled broadly, “You have to win first.”“QUESTION,” Suzi ignored us, “A hundred and six points.”“It’s a good thing Pat can’t flip the table,” Andrea smiled. I realized that was her first smile I had seen in the box. I looked up to. ” She replied. She kissed him again as they stood naked in each other’s post-coital embrace in the door frame of the bathroom that adjoined the master bedroom. Emily broke from their dark embrace and looked over at the picture of her husband hanging on the wall. Marvell followed her gaze.“Is your husband watching us from his picture frame again?” he asked, smiling. Emily shook her head and returned her gaze to Marvell’s eyes.“No, not yet. But he will, soon. We are going to show him more than he. Imogen was sure the memory of Mrs. Weasley's screams of anguish would haunt her for the rest of her days. And so would Imogen's sense of guilt. Six months earlier in the very kitchen where Imogen was now washing dishes, she had persuaded Ms. Weasley to allow Ginny and the rest of them to practice Defence against the Dark Arts in preparation for the final battle with Voldemort. And now the Weasley's youngest child was dead as a result.The news of his daughter's death, had, if anything, hit.