........Life went on in Cockington as always . Boring as hell and twice as shitty.Nothing ever happened in Cocking ton ,everyone knew that.It was Sund...y evening and Harriet and Hermoine had packed small brown suitcases with the bare necessities of life.“Why if fuck did we do that” said Hermoine.“I have not a fucking clue” replied Harriet.Hermoine was sleeping over again and the girls were eager to start licking each other out and Harriet had even “borrowed” her mums huge black vibrator as she. ‘Thank you so much, I’ll be gone as soon as possible in the morning,’ she earnestly thanked me, ‘Do you mind if I take a warm shower?’ ‘No problem.’ ‘Oh, and can I borrow some of your clothes to sleep in, I can’t really sleep in these, just some shorts and this sweatshirt would be fine,’ she meekly asked. ‘Of course you can,’ I replied fully enthralled in my knightly role. Right when I heard Sarah leave my bathroom after her shower I heard another knock on my door. It was a little past two so. With the lights dimmed Harry couldn't see Hermoine's front side as she walked back to her spot on the bed.The next morning, Harry awoke before Hermoine. He gazed at the bed and saw Hermoine wrapped in a roll of blankets. Her hair was messily spread out over her pillow, with a portion covering the right side of her face. She looked so peaceful and innocent as she laid there with her eyes closed and her right arm outside the blanket. Her face showed the remains of a smile which made her seem. And yet, even with the stone glowing brightly, Mike still could not open the locket. It was as if it was welded shut from the inside.Mike turned the locket over, inspecting the smooth, plain back piece. He began running his index finger over the surface and edges, slowly feeling for any sort of switch or clasp that might allow it to open. At this point, he didn’t care if the locket contained anything or not. His gut told him that it would be worth it just to find the solution to this.