Moi je m'habille class aussi : bottines, pantalon et chemise. On arrive au centre ville, on boit quelques verres dans différents bars : vin blanc, mo...ito etc. L'alcool commence à nous couper la faim. On commence à s'ambiancer on se retrouve dans un bar bondé, on refait le monde. On commence à se chercher un peu, à s'aguicher. Je me retrouve à lui proposer d'enlever sa culotte pour epicer un peu notre soirée. Je suis surpris de sa réaction elle accepte aussitôt. Elle file aux toilette et reviens. Soon they would be both awake and very pissed off. I waited an hour for them to discover my handiwork, and then approached the collapsed section of the city wall on a horse I had appropriated.When hundreds of troops stormed out of the city towards me, I heard the corresponding thump from dozens of mortars behind me. Several long seconds later, the ground before me exploded, sending horses, soldiers, and parts of both flying, stopping the remainder in their tracks. Many riders were thrown from. His voice was different. Gone were the measured diction and professional tone. Now he sounded streetwise, more “from-the-hood.”"Nah, I can't make it tonight baby… I don't care if he’ll be home tomorrow. Anyway, just get a hotel like you did last time…Tell him you were out with your girlfriends and didn't want to drive drunk... uh-huh, yeah… Listen, I gotta go. I’m with a client."Through the French-door curtains, Karen could see him sitting in the waiting room. She hopped off the table, inner. A candle flickering on a stand near by was the only light in the room. Harry had never seen the Dursley’s light as much as a match; even their fireplace had been boarded up and replaced by a mechanical contraption. The glowing yellow light bouncing off the walls in her room brought his thoughts to the Gryffindor common room. Was she writing about him? Was she recording how she had met a criminal? Or was she writing how she had to save him in the park? Still, she was brilliant tonight..