Alison's door opened. My nineteen-year-old sister thrust her head out, her light-brown hair falling in loose locks about her narrow face. She was my f...vorite sister. The only one that gave a shit about me. My older sister was a cunt and Livie, the baby of the family, just ignored me unless she needed something from me. But Alison was more than my sister, she was my friend. She was someone I could talk to. Someone that understood.“Good luck,” she said, her smile tight, that worried look she got. ”They meet in the middle of the mat and bow. Unlike Mira but just as she had in their previous match, Ira doesn’t initiate an attack. Instead she steps back and waits for Jens to attack.Jens smiles and fakes an attack. Ira responds to the fake attack and then Jens easily goes in for the kill. She flings Ira across the mat like a child throwing a doll. Ira lands on her back, jumps up and attacks Jens who was waiting for it and finishes Ira. Ira submits, “Ms. Blaine, I cannot believe that you. "I notice that you expressed no surprise that I know your name." I assumed you had learned it, and perhaps much more, when you placed your hands on my head," replied Skeeter. "Would it be out of place for me to ask a question?" Not at all," said Grindelwald. "After all, that is one reason why you came here." He bade his guests sit on the floor, and then, pulling up the room's only chair, sat near them."How many languages do you speak?" asked Skeeter."All of them," said Grindelwald. "All. I came, too! Didn't you hear me?"He frowned in disbelief. "I can't prove it to you other than to say that it's a good thing I already have a pad between my legs!"Charles chuckled and closed his eyes. "Damn, pretty lady ... you have such a sense of humor!" Even after everything she'd been through...Charles hugged Diana to him as they settled down to go to sleep. He took a deep breath and sighed. He smiled softly, breathing in the scent of her clean hair as her head nestled on his right.