Of course, perhaps the evidence is what we heard a short while ago." It still doesn't seem reasonable for the High King to come this far west to fight... his war, when his lands are so far to the east. And even if he was here, why would he allow himself to be shut up in Outpost? And if he isn't shut up, if he was the architect of the Mexicotal defeat, it makes even less sense. He is a full moon away from Outpost! Maybe more than a full moon! Another two or three moons from his lands! That wouldn't. “Mom I really think it might be good for you to party with them, it’s been a long time since dad and you have been together and I’m fine with it”. There was a look of total surprise on her face at the comment from her son. “Well your right it has been a very long time since he touched me frankly I could use some attention but both of them”? “Mom from where I’m sitting you need a lot of attention”. They both laughed.She looked at Evan, “you wouldn’t think less of me if I was to party with your. I didn't want to wear what I wore yesterday as my clothes smelled of campfire and cum. She gave me one of John's wife beaters. As far as a bottom goes, she managed to convert a table cloth into a dress. It was more of a mini-skirt.As the day wore on, we drank and we ate. When the sun went down, John started a campfire. We continue talking and drinking. Not longer after sundown I became cold. I walked over to John and sat on his lap. It felt great to sit there and hang onto his strong body. John. For years the students had noticed that Snape somehow knew which student was the least prepared. And he always knew who had forgotten his homework. And in Ron, Snape detected clearly that he did not want to be asked anything at all - that he just wanted to get through the class without being questioned."Weasley," said Snape sharply. "Did you do the homework?" Yes, Professor." Ron's strategy was simple - keep the sentences really short - too short for Snape to notice any poetry. Hermione stifled.