rising discomfort and felt vaguely amused by its source. An awkward, "Potterish" motion much different than the loose-limbed, liquid saunter he normally fell into. If Harry's smile was suddenly a bit more watery than usual, Shorner carefully ignored. "You don't look anywhere near thirteen or twenty-eight." "Experimental Magics cooked up an aging potion with an extremely slow molecular breakdown. You'd never have seen it if it weren't for this parking dilemma! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Harry knew he shouldn't be feeling like somebody had shoved meat hooks into his gut; Harry James Potter was no longer his name. Vous et moi tomberons amoureux, a game you just can't win, if there's a way I'll find it someday. Believe me when I say she will not age gracefully or with diplomacy. With my umbrella teetering on my shoulder, my hands were free to take several pictures before turning toward the boutique-lined streets, opposite the port. I thought back to all those shoppers I'd skipped past.