Then I she said something and I almost couldn't believe it."Take off your shirt." Excuse me?" I said, take off your shirt. I'm paying for your time, I...dictate the terms." Are you serious?" Dead serious."So, I shrugged and took off my t-shirt. I had been sweating so I was a little sticky, but if that is what she wanted, I figured it was less of a hassle. I figure her husband was too old to give her the wood anymore and maybe she was going to be thinking about me when she took her waterproof. Again, silence for a couple more minutes. I couldn't decide if the dude have left or not, until there appeared under the door a pair of flip flop clad feet. Nice looking feet too, lol, for a dude. I reach up with my right foot and tap the door open—they didn't have locks on them. It was Riley. I shoot him a grin. Slumping down on the toilet, with my back resting against the plumbing—not real comfortable—I place my feet together and spread my legs from the knees. “Wanna smell it better” I ask. Harry decided to try diplomacy:"Thank you, Mr Filch. How's Mrs Norris?" Mrs Norris was Filch's constant companion: a large evil-looking, somewhat thread-bare cat, who Filch had once accused Harry of 'Murdrin', although the cat had only been petrified by the reflection of a Basilisk."Fine—gettin' old," he replied, as he turned and walked away. Harry turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door, to what would be his new home while at school. It was very different to his dormitory in. I really don’t want to be harassed today while I’m with you. Now on to the nearest Starbucks!’ he said pointing down the street. I laughed and started walking. ‘Yes she finally cracks a smile at me!’ he teased. ‘Oh ha ha. Like I told you earlier just be thankful I haven’t tried to murder you yet.’ I laugh as we dodge the early morning joggers. ‘I told you I was sorry for waking you up.’ ‘I’m kidding jeez calm down.’ I laugh again at the look on his face. We walked into the busy Starbucks.