Other smells I hated. The smell I hated most of all was cigarette smoke. I hated the way it got into your clothes and hair and just lingered. I'd only...have to spend an evening in the company of a smoker and I'd smell it on my clothes for days. So smelling it here in my own bedroom rang all sorts of alarm bells. I asked Barb about it, but she couldn't smell anything. She told me I was imagining things. I might have believed her had I not smelt it again on the following Tuesday. I called Barb. On the day of the party she went over to his house to clean and pickup her outfit. When Cindy brought it home she was shocked, so was I. It looked like a playboy bunny outfit, the only difference being it looked like a xxx version. It was a black leotard (with a thong back), it came with black sheer nylons, 5in heels, a pair of matching wrist bands and a sheer see-thru skirt that was to be wrapped around her waist. After she put it on, she said she couldn't go through with it. I mean this thing. So I was just&hellip, Ollivander interrupted him, Mr Potter, I never said a wand has memories. I said it has a sense of ownership. A wand lends what allegiance it can to the man who wins it through combat. But it shall never work as well for its conqueror as it does for its owner. Harry nodded. But, he prompted, Can a wand influence its&hellip, conqueror? Ollivander chuckled. Mr Potter, he said in an indulgent tone, A wand does not live. It does not have a mind. No wand that I know of is. Before she knew it, the prince and his family were leaving and the chancewas gone. They took to their ship and set sail across the sea to theirhome port.But Princes Saffie was not so easily deterred. One month later sheannounced her intent to visit the kingdom of Prince Kalide.Her father and mother were not optimistic about the match. Though theydoted on their daughter, they understood how difficult she could be.Nevertheless, they did not refuse her and the princess gathered togetherfifty of.