“Anyway, Mom’s heading down to the Analog and is going to order coffee for everyone, so you need to be there in—let’s see—twelve minutes. �...Bye!” With that she skipped off down the back stairs outside my door and was gone.Makeover? Oh. Yeah. Bring money. Damn.I read somewhere that on average women who have been dumped spend $800 on a makeover. When Hope left me and cleaned out my loft, I spent $12.95 on a case of beer and didn’t change clothes for two weeks. That was the last makeover I’d had.. I kind of like this whole "good luck" scheme."But she slapped my hands away. "I wish we could Bobby, but the rules are ... just once, right after the game. I don't want to be the one to break our luck."Cindy was in my room again later that night. Turns out all the girls decided to wait around for ... whoever ... to make sure things happened like they were supposed to happen. And, naturally, Nancy and Amber had compared notes while all the others listened. Including Cindy. Nancy had been very. "Is there any problem, sir?" He asked."Go and clean Mr. Martinez's room immediately." He replied. "It's room 567." Yes, sir," he nodded.Seriously, couldn't he have found someone else to clean the room? It was always him. Why did Mr. Williams like assigning him even when there were others? But it was his job and if what Mr. Williams wanted was to have him fired then he had to follow his instructions in order to avoid that.He took all the equipments he needed and some extra towels and put them on. Sorry if we didn't come earlier. But now we're here. Please come back with us." pleaded Harry, unwilling to curse the person he always treated as his younger sister.Ginny hesitated for a moment, thinking of what he said, but decided to ignore his plea. Her dark expression returned. "I won't. I belong here.....CRUCIO!" she bellowed at him, instantly lifting the curse on Ron who was still too weak to move."PROTEGO!" shouted Harry. Inspite of everything, he still did not want to harm her in any.