This is ‘Silver Surf, Golden Glow,’ I hope you enjoy it.’ The young man’s head dropped again, the curtain of his hair falling, hiding the stag...e that was his eyes. He adjusted his guitar, a blonde Martin, and when he was prepared he rested his fingertips on the strings. No pick, only gentle fingers, drew forth a single, warm chord, fingers shifting on the frets to change one note, then both hands intoning a new chord, deep and major with one tone errant, lending unexpected color. He continued in. "Er, you know, you could at least be subtle about staring at my body!! I get it, I’m pretty hot most of the time, but what makes you think you're allowed to just sit and stare in awe, you moron!" The constant shouting from the awfully bold woman continued, it was rather odd to see someone so relaxed lose her cool in front of one of her close friends, but, she froze up moments after. ".... Wait, you really think that I look attractive dressed as Yoko? Y-You're just saying that, I'm not going to. She was right. I didnt. I didnt accomplish a damn thing at work on Friday. I had butterflies in my stomach for most of the day. I left a little early (boss prerogative), and made it home by 6:15 after stopping for the items needed. Lindas car was in the driveway. So she was home this time. Opening the front door, I stepped in and looked around. The house was immaculate. Since Linda and I were both professionals and had little time for housework, we employed a cleaning service during the week.. "So who was the woman?" asked Harry. "What death eater could possibly have gotten past Hogwart's defences?" You'll never guess," said Imogen. "It was no death eater, at least I don't think she was one. It was an animagus - Filch's mother, also known as Mrs. Norris." Imogen was very satisfied with the shocked gasps all around the table."But you suspected something about Mrs. Norris - you were going to tell me something about her at lunch on Friday!" exclaimed Hermione."Yes," said Imogen. "And.