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Savory Stuffing
Recipe By :dobie Categories : Breads & Things
1/2 cup TVP (textured vegetable protein) 6 carbs -- 6 carbs?? 2/3 cups ground plain pork rinds 4 tablespoons butter 2 stalks celery 1/4 cup green onion -- chopped 1/2 cup mushroom -- sliced 1 cup chicken broth 1/2 teaspoon sage salt and pepper -- to taste garlic -- to taste
Saute celery & onions in butter until tender, add mushrooms, chicken broth and bring to a boil. Add seasonings, TVP & pork rinds, mix thoroughly and let sit until liquid is absorbed. This makes 4 1/2 cup servings
NOTES : Carbs for TVP not included in above total - adjust accordingly
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In addition to above: * lb pork sausage, crumbled and cooked * cup chopped pecans 1 cup whole, raw cranberries (add to the veggie/broth mixture before boiling)
Dottie speculates: Anyone have an idea if the Atkins bread, because of it's "cornbread like consistency", would work in a stuffing? Maybe add a little poultry seasoning, a pinch of cayenne and other spices?
And ThatGirl responded: I was thinking of trying to make stuffing with Kaycees "Pig in a Blanket" bread. When I made it for my family my daughter (the stuffinghater) said ewwwwwwwww this bread tastes like stuffing!!!!! and BINGO a light bulb went off in my tiny little head!!! I was thinking about adding a few onions and some celery to the bread bake it and then toast it in slices and them crumble, add some broth and some mushrooms then baking again. Might work....
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Wednesday, 14 November 2012
My Usual Eclectic Mix
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Was that picture of the H-yx thing what you were showing Ivy to get that look on her face? ("A gigantic bird with four legs? You must be kidding?!") It reminds me of a sort of pretend (computer-animated) documentary I saw on TV once about dragons, which, if memory serves me right, placed them in the same area as that H-yx (I just looked it up) i.e. Transsylvania, Romania... a location which does not really contribute a whole lot to believability...
ReplyDeleteAs you say, Monica, Hatzegopteryx hails from western Romania, and has been dated to the late Cretaceous Period, around 65 million years ago. What I can't fathom is how they can reconstruct a creature from the back of a skull, part of a left humerus and (possibly) the middle section of a femur found nearby. That's all the remains they have found of it!
(Ivy weas actually looking at me - I really should trim my beard a bit,,,)Reconstruction is based on physics and educated guesswork. The truth is, of course, they don't know. For instance, Hatzegopteryx might have flown with the aid of a bladder filled with hydrogen (or some such) which would be completely unknown and out of the guesswork ambit. Oh well. I'd like to see one, but only at a safe distance. Hatzegopteryx would not be a strong flyer and probably lived on fish, with side orders of mammals with opposable digits.
The kitty is cute as ever.
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Chapter 4 : The Malediction Perfidious
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Draco levelled a flat, grey gaze at the young woman sitting across from him, her expression as blank and pleasant as that of any witch who had ever sat across from his mother for tea, back at the Manor. He could gather nothing from it as his question echoed between them, his voice catching and reverberating in the empty spaces of the lofted ceilings.
Do the words 'Epping Forest' mean anything to you?
She lifted her teacup once again, the placid smile on her face twisting wryly as the tea, still hot, burned her tongue. She smoothly set the china cup back in the saucer and raised a brow. "Epping Forest?" she repeated. "It's in Essex, isn't it?"
"It is." A glimmer of light on the silver handle of the teaspoon caught Draco's eye as she plunked yet another lump of sugar into her cup and stirred it about. He should be focused, he knew, on nothing but the girl, but for a moment he had to allow his eyes to wander.
Greengrass Hall was a large old manor house. Built with warm red brick, it was smaller and less elegant than his own family seat. The parlour they were sitting in was obviously a lesser-used room, but the whole place carried a certain air of dingy neglect. It wasn't dust or stains or the smell of mothballs--no self-respecting Elf would allow such disrepair to fall upon a Pureblood home. Still, there was something.
He looked down his nose at the empty cup of bone china seated on the spindle-legged table beside him. It was nice enough, but his mother's gilded tea set had belonged to some long-forgotten Russian tsarina, and was undoubtedly finer.
Of course, it had been shattered into a thousand sharp-edged porcelain shards when an ill-timed report had come for the Dark Lord. His mother had been too afraid to put it to rights by magic; she knew well enough that Lord Voldemort liked for the things he broke to remain broken.
Draco considered, again, the gloomy aura that seemed to have permeated the house, and then he had it. Despair. Someone had lived here, without really living. Someone entirely without hope. He knew that feeling--had seen it settle in at his own home, where boneless bodies were dragged across the oriental rugs to be burned on the grounds; where the walls of the third floor rooms were now painted in blood.
He reached out his index finger and tapped the cup along the rim, looping his finger through the handle and giving it a tiny flick, so that it spun around in the saucer. The dregs if the amber liquid rippled, and a cluster of tea leaves at the bottom coalesced into an almost-recognisable shape--dark, hunched shoulders, a lump for a head. The Grim. Draco almost wanted to laugh. What an empty threat. Of course death would be his companion. The only question was, how would it touch him today?
The sound of her voice jarred him from his dark thoughts.
"I'm afraid it doesn't carry much meaning for me at all."
For a moment, he forgot where he was. It was as though her voice was the echo of his own thoughts, of his own fortune. Then Astoria Greengrass shifted in her seat, drawing his eyes away from his predictably prophetic teacup and back into the parlour room.
Ah, he thought, coming back to himself. The forest. The rebels. The task at hand. He turned his focus back to her, considering.
"And have you ever been there?" he countered.
"I have not."
"You haven't heard it come up in conversation, recently?"
"Not that I recall, Mr. Malfoy."
Not a single flicker of emotion betrayed her. He looked her over, knowing what signs to watch for. He wasn't sure why he bothered--he was, after all, fairly certain of the eventual outcome. But still, she puzzled him. Her hands did not shake. Her eyes didn't shift. She regarded him with that steady gaze, the one that said I have nothing to fear from you. The one that said, If this is a game, then it is one I will win.
He shifted in his seat, tapping the downy end of his quill against his knee.
"So you would not have any knowledge of why, seemingly overnight, a large group of rebels might have disappeared, mere days before a planned attack?"
"I would not," Astoria affirmed, smoothing a hand across her skirt. "I'm not sure what you mean by all this, or how I could be involved. I've been at Hogwarts all term, Mr. Malfoy. I'd imagine that could be easily confirmed."
Draco nodded conversationally, scribbling down a nonsense note in the margin of his file. Sometimes that was all it took to get them worried--to get them to talk.
"I see," he murmured. "And who are your chief associates at Hogwarts?"
For a brief moment, there was something in her demeanour other than the polite hostess or puzzled schoolgirl. She scoffed, the corner of her mouth curling wryly, like the edge of a paper held over a flame. But then it was gone, the sardonic curve of her lips ironed out and set in faultless order, though the tone of her voice remained dry.
"I do not have many 'associates' as you call them. People look away from tragedies, Mr. Malfoy. The girl with the dead mother is no fun at a party." Her smile, now, was bright and savage. Draco had the thought that, if he weren't careful, he could cut himself on it.
The thought struck him, and he shook his head. Where was he getting such strange ideas? He found that, in his other hand, he was still clutching the delicate silver tea spoon. He glanced into its polished surface, noting the unhealthy-looking purple crescents that had taken up residence behind his eyes. His image rested, small and turned about in the spoon's hollow.
It seemed to him an uncommonly accurate representation.
It was time to end this. It was time to go on the offensive.
"Would you consider yourself a friend of Ginny Weasley?"
That odd smile slipped away, corners pulling downward. A perfect, puzzled crease appeared between her eyebrows.
"Ginny Weasley? From that ragamuffin pack of destitute bloodtraitors? You must be joking."
Draco reached up to adjust his reading glasses. "I assure you, Miss Greengrass, I am not here to joke."
Astoria Greengrass drew herself up.
"Nor am I," she responded sharply. "You're here to ask questions, and I invite you to ask them, but please do not insult my dignity, or my family name, by suggesting that I would associate with...filth." Her voice caught, just the tiniest bit, on the last word. A less vigilant observer would have never noticed. It could have been distaste--horror--at being linked with such a family as the Weasleys. Or, it could be something else.
"According to your recent medical records, she visited you in the Hospital Wing last term."
Suddenly, Draco felt a sharp pain pulse through him, heat coursing from the bend of his elbow to the top of his wrist. His eyes darted automatically to his arm, where his Dark Mark was covered by the sleeve of his suit coat and the fabric of his shirt. In a moment, without having realised it, his coat was off and his sleeve rolled up, revealing the tattoo, slashed across his pallid skin, black and unforgiving as the night.
Someone was coming.
He glanced up to see the girl eyeing him curiously. Deftly, he rolled his sleeve back down and fastened it at the wrist.
"Forgive me. Aches and pains, sometimes." His mouth quirked sourly, not quite a grin, as he thought of how that made him sound--like an old man with a war wound, predicting the weather through his scar tissue. He saw that her eyes were still fixed on his Mark, and he met them, running a finger over the skin, tentatively, as if stroking the head of a snake.
"Hideous, isn't it?" he asked, his tone almost affable, but there was an underlying current bitterness that surely she could not help but notice. He didn't know what made him say it. His aunt would probably curse him for such a statement, but somehow, with that awful skull yawning up at him, the serpent peeking out from around its slithering coils, he couldn't much bring himself to care.
The Greengrass girl, however, neither gaped in horror or stared in awe. Her searching blue eyes considered his Mark for a moment, filed it away, and then turned to meet his own grey gaze, utterly unimpressed.
Absently, she ran a hand down her side, over the bodice of her emerald dress.
"I'd not concern yourself with it," she advised him cooly. "We all have scars, Mr. Malfoy."
Hogwarts, Autumn 1998, Several Months Earlier
It had begun about half an hour after her confession, when she told Ginny Weasley to contact the Order of the Phoenix. When she told her mother's last secret.
The pain.
At first, it was just like a sting--a sensation of small, irritating bites around her midsection. Then, an itching.
Oh, the itching.
It had driven her mad, in that way only an incessant itch can do. She had lain on the floor of her dormitory in the Slytherin dungeons, pressing her skin against the cool, damp stones, hoping to find some relief.
It wasn't until the burning started that she began to scream.
One of her roommates--she never was able to remember which--must have gone to fetch her sister. She'd have told them not to, had she been able to squeeze out words from behind her clenched teeth; Daphne wasn't particularly good in the face of an emergency. But she couldn't tell them so. The only noises coming from her were wordless, agonised shrieks.
Dimly, Astoria had felt Daphne's hands tug away at her arms, which were clutched around her middle, and lift up her pyjama top to reveal her stomach.
"It looks like some kind of rash," her sister had squealed, quickly dropping them hem of Astoria's shirt and brushing off her hands, in case it were contagious.
Then, the grating voice of Pansy Parkinson, rife with indifference.
"She probably just ate one of those stupid Weasley candies or something. She'll be fine."
Daphne looked down at her sister, writhing on the ground and hissing with pain. She didn't look as though she'd be fine.
"I don't know what to do!" Daphne wailed, worrying her lip with her teeth.
Pansy scoffed. "Fine. Take her to the Hospital Wing, like any person with half a brain. We'll give you ten minutes, but if you aren't back by then we're leaving without you."
Astoria could not know what Daphne's response had been, but she felt her sister's arms wrap around her shoulder. She screeched louder as Daphne's attempts to lift her tugged on her tormented skin. Daphne gave up, and Astoria slumped to the ground. A moment later, she was lifted effortlessly into the air. She caught sight of a mop of unfamiliar brown hair--one of Daphne's boy toys, no doubt, drafted into the effort.
She knew nothing more until she had been deposited in the Hospital Wing, which smelled of the comforting mixture of herbs and antiseptic. Madame Pomfrey could be heard fussing about, and Astoria felt herself being lowered into one of the many open cots. The starchy sheets scratched against her skin when the nurse lifted up her shirt to reveal her stomach once again.
She heard the woman gasp, and then her clipped steps hastening towards the exit.
Possibly she had been left there to die.
She wouldn't mind, actually, so long as it would hurry up.
"You are employed at this school to heal its students." The voice: adult, male, set in tones of impolite disinterest, was known to her, but Astoria couldn't place it. She was barely conscious, and she prayed that, within the next few minutes, she wouldn't be.
The voice droned on, "If you feel the need to call in help for every bloody nose that comes running to the Hospital Wing, I may have to look into your replacement."
While Madame Pomfrey had been gone, Astoria's condition had worsened. It was as if there were a white hot snake coiled around her--a constrictor. It squeezed against her ribs, her stomach, her hips, and she gasped for air.
The Hogwarts nurse made her way over to the girl's cot.
"What those Carrows are doing is a lot more than bloody noses for me to patch up," she snipped, and if Astoria had been in her right mind, she'd have been surprised at the nurse's candour. "But you can be sure I wouldn't have called you in if it wasn't absolutely necessary."
"And what seems to be the problem?"
"See for yourself."
Astoria felt the hem of her shirt lift once again, felt the momentary relief of cold air kissing the tortured skin. Then the fire-snake coiled tighter, and she whimpered.
A beat of silence, and then,
"I will need infusion of wormwood, my vial of crushed dragon's scales, valerian, moondew, and motherwort. Send someone to fetch them from my office. Promptly."
Astoria dimly heard footsteps. Leaving. Returning. Leaving.
The grinding noise of a mortar and pestle. She couldn't speak. Couldn't open her eyes. Another rush of pain seared through her middle and she let out a yelp.
"Hush." It started out as a harsh command, but somewhere around the 'sh', the voice gentled, as if thinking better of its severity.
"As if I haven't had enough curses to heal," the voice muttered. She felt gentle fingers spread some sort of paste onto her stomach, working with medical precision. She was moved onto her side so that he could put the salve on her back. A spell was mumbled, though she didn't catch the words.
Immediately, the pain eased. The heat drained from her skin, and the snake, after one last, crushing embrace, released her from its coils.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she caught a hazy glimpse of one image: a hand peeking out of a long, dark sleeve, reaching out to snuff out the candlelight. A chair scraping back across the floor. And, just as she drifted into a fitful slumber, a head of oily, black hair perched atop hunched shoulders, making his slow, exhausted way out the door.
Greengrass Hall, Spring 1998
"I can't say I remember Ginny Weasley visiting me at all when I was in the Hospital Wing."
"For," Draco glanced down, skimming the notes in his lap, "A misfired Incendio, was it? That's what your medical records indicate."
"It was," she nodded. "May I ask where you are drawing this accusation from?"
He nodded in turn. "You may. Everyone who enters the Hospital Wing, both patients and visitors, are recorded magically. In the case of an epidemic, it aids the faculty in discovering the source."
"And it has Ginny Weasley listed as a visitor when I was there?"
"I am aware that she was supposedly there with her friend. A Miss Megan Wimpole. But it has been suggested that the two of you may have...conversed."
"I admit that my, "conversing", as you say, with someone like Ginny Weasley would be an odd occurrence, to say the least. I can't imagine why I would wish to associate with someone of," Astoria gave a haughty sniff, "her kind. But is that the reason you're here, Mr. Malfoy? The family is low-class, to be sure, but I am surprised to find them the centrepiece in an argument designed to declare me a criminal."
She spoke as cooly as possible, but was suddenly grateful for the high neck of her dress, which kept the young man across from her from seeing her pulse pounding in her throat. He was entirely too close, too quickly. And if speaking to Ginny could truly count as evidence for treason...then Ginny Weasley couldn't possibly be safe, either.
"The Weasleys," he responded, his mouth curling around the name with a visible contempt, spitting it out as quickly as possible, "have been declared enemies of the Ministry. They have gone into hiding, but it will only be a matter of time till they are found."
Hogwarts, Autumn 1998, Several Months Earlier
Astoria woke to bright morning sunlight and a mouth that felt stuffed with cotton. She didn't move, at first, choosing instead to take in her surroundings. The spicy scent of a poultice tickled her nose, and she could feel long strips of cloth wrapped tightly around her abdomen. Hospital Wing. She turned her head, and then rather wished she hadn't. The room buckled and swam in her vision, and she heard a small, uncharacteristically pathetic sound claw its way out of her throat.
"Oh dear," said a voice from across the room, and the rubbery sound of orthopaedic shoes shuffling over the stone floor replaced the slight ringing in Astoria's ears. Madam Pomfrey clucked, gently adjusting Astoria's head back so it was centred on the pillow.
"You children. First instinct is always to jump straight out of bed. Here, drink this." She held a metal cup up against Astoria's mouth, giving her no choice but to swallow. The contents tasted like liquified moss, but put her dizziness to rights in only a moment.
The nurse paused, her knobby, rheumatic fingers twining together in her spotless white apron. Nervous, Astoria realised as the pain faded and her faculties returned. That, more than anything, worried her. Here was a woman who had seen every injury that Hogwarts had to offer--who had almost certainly seen death. Anything that could phase Madame Pomfrey was worthy of concern.
Astoria longed to sit up properly, but she wasn't fool enough to go leaping into another bout of dizziness. "May I?" She twitched her fingers vaguely, but Madame Pomfrey understood the motion, pulling her wand from her apron and pointing it at the bed so that the legs of the headboard side slowly grew upwards, creating an incline that had Astoria reclining at an almost-seated position.
Slowly, carefully, she leaned up a bit on her elbows, lifting her head so that she could look right at Madame Pomfrey, who was still standing at the foot of the bed, her chin tucked down, wiry grey eyebrows narrowed as if she were scolding any dust motes that might dare to settle on her pristine infirmary floor. It was nearly impossible to imagine such a daunting personage avoiding eye-contact. This was Madame Pomfrey, who would drag the gargantuan Hogwarts gamekeeper out by his ear if he was causing a disturbance in her healing sanctuary. She was not a woman who was easily cowed.
Astoria cleared her throat. It felt a bit less like she had swallowed sawdust now that the potion was setting in. Still, when she spoke, the words rasped out, more air than substance.
"I'd like to know what happened."
The nurse sighed, flicking her eyes toward Astoria and then away again. Her voice, however, was as steely as ever. "What you need is to rest, Miss Greengrass. There'll be time enough for explanations later."
Astoria set her jaw, knowing she was wearing the same expression her mother had worn whenever someone had attempted to refuse her demands. It was a very effective look.
"Madame Pomfrey, with respect, I think you and I both know that I won't be able to get any sort of rest until I know why I am in this hospital bed."
Finally, Madame Pomfrey met Astoria's gaze and held it. Whatever she saw there seemed to work some kind of change in her. Her shoulders relaxed out of their tight, locked posture, and she shook her head.
"Very well, then. I suppose you've a right to that," she allowed, moving from the foot of the bed to its side and setting the empty metal cup on the small wooden table resting there.
Astoria glanced at it and licked her lips. "Asphodel, knotgrass, star thistle, and...valerian?"
Madame Pomfrey's eyes widened behind her wireframe spectacles. "Indeed, Miss Greengrass. Also, shavings of dandelion root, but that would be almost impossible to notice under the bitterness of the asphodel."
Astoria tasted again, and gave a satisfied sniff. Ah, there it was.
"That's quite remarkable. You must be very skilled in Potions."
Astoria made as if to shrug, but thought better of it. "I do well enough."
Suddenly, a new worry sparked in Astoria's mind. She sat up straighter, causing the room to blur at the edges, but she ignored the fuzziness, gripping tight to the corner of the fleecy infirmary blanket.
"Has my father been Owled?" she asked breathlessly. She could just imagine what a state he might be in. Felix Greengrass wasn't in a condition to handle a medical emergency. He wasn't in a condition to handle much of anything. Careful not to move her head, she flicked her eyes over the room, searching out some sign that he had been there.
Madame Pomfrey pursed her lips, inhaling through her nose before speaking.
"Considering the nature of your...injury, we thought it best to wait before informing anyone of the incident."
"The nature of my injury," Astoria repeated. It went against her instinct to admit to being confused, but she let it bleed into her voice nonetheless. If they were taking into account her father's health, that would make sense. But she couldn't imagine why they would keep information from him on account of her own injury. If it were that serious, one would assume they would tell him either way.
She glanced at her informant, utterly at a loss.
"It was a Curse," the older witch explained, easing herself into the uncomfortable wooden chair that sat by Astoria's bedside. The chair that had sat empty all day.
Daphne Greengrass could barely be bothered to get her sister to the Infirmary, let alone visit her there, after all.
Madame Pomfrey continued, busying her hands by pulling a long strip of gauze from her apron pocket and folding down one end, aligning the edges and rolling it into a bandage. "Very old. Called the Malediction Perfidious or, more commonly, the Secret-Breaker's Curse. It's a rather crude version of the Unbreakable Vow. With different limitations."
"Such as?" Astoria's voice was a croak.
"It's not as good at killing you, for one." In some dim, far off corner, Astoria thought she might like to smile. She hadn't the energy for it, but there was something about the plainspoken nurse that was incredibly refreshing.
Madame Pomfrey went on. "It can also be cast without consent, which makes it different from the Vow. That's a mutual agreement, you see. A Malediction Perfidious is attached to a piece of information, or to any number of secrets. All it takes is a physical connection, applied by touch, and the secret passed over to its keeper becomes sacred. If that secret is revealed, the curse is enacted. It's old magic. Blood magic."
Madame Pomfrey had managed to deliver the entire explanation in a completely clinical manner, her bandage-rolling set aside for the moment on the empty bed next to her. But there, at the end, the nurse trailed off, dropping her patient's gaze once again.
Astoria knew what that meant; there was more.
Madame Pomfrey's mouth turned even farther down, the lines in her face etching themselves deeper.
"And it can only be cast by a relative," she answered, her words exhausted and reluctant, dragged from her against her will. "A blood relative."
So that was why they hadn't told her father. Out of fear that it might endanger her. That he might endanger her. Astoria resisted the urge to squeeze her eyes shut. She needed to see the nurse's face when she asked the question.
Although, for once, here was a riddle she did not want to solve, a secret that might best be left buried and cold in the grave.
But she had to ask, of course. After all, she was her mother's daughter.
"The Cursework," Astoria began, hesitant, "is it very advanced, for this kind of spell?"
Astoria didn't have much family. Lavinia had cut off relations with her own parents, the Blishwicks, long before before her daughters' birth, and Felix's parents had died when Astoria was only a toddling infant.
That left only three options. Felix, who was excellent at both Potions and Charms, had never had much skill in Curses. It was one of the reasons she suspected the Death Eaters had never recruited him, despite his blood status. Daphne had also inherited their fathers' gift for Potions, if not his mild temper, but she never had the patience to learn any sort of complicated spellwork.
And then, of course, there was her mother, who had been near the top of her class in practically all her subjects; who was privy to all the dark spells a Death Eater might know.
"Very advanced magic," Madame Pomfrey confirmed.
One option, then.
Astoria closed her eyes. She saw her mother, Lavinia, sitting next to her on the window seat in Astoria's room, her eyes aglow with some new triumph, the tales she would tell only to one person--her youngest daughter. She thought of her mother's hands--pale and long, narrow-fingered and sure--always combing through Astoria's hair, or clutching her daughter's hands in hers during as she recounted an exciting moment of a particularly harrowing assignment, as she entrusted Astoria with knowledge intended for her and her alone. Those were some of the best times Astoria remembered, the only times when Lavinia had truly been motherly.
Remember, little one, secrets are meant to be kept.
She heard the rustle of gauze as the old woman set to rolling up yet another bandage.
"Can you understand, Miss Greengrass, why we have yet to inform your father? We are, I am afraid, in a rather precarious situation."
"You don't have to worry about my father," Astoria whispered, voice soft as it navigated past the tangle of her vocal cords, which had coiled into knots. She cleared her throat, forcing her voice to be strong, if uneven. "Though I'd still prefer that you not tell him."
The matron's eyebrows settled low over her eyes, hovering like storm clouds. "It goes very far against school policy, but under the circumstances..."
"It's for the best," Astoria finished. "What will the records say?"
"Let me take care of that," the old woman commanded. For a moment, that steely glint left her eye, and her usual efficiency and detachment departed. She lay a hand on the younger witch's shoulder, as if to impart some strength. Astoria felt the unfamiliar sensation of a drop of water slipping from the corner of her eye down the contour of her cheek, and Madame Pomfrey tactfully looked away as Astoria reached up and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, subtly wiping the tear away in the same motion.
When they met each other's gaze once again, the uncharacteristic tenderness was gone from Madame Pomfrey's face, and the uncharacteristic display of vulnerability had vanished from her charge's .
"And now, Miss Greengrass, you really do need to rest. I'll be changing those bandages, and then if you aren't asleep in half an hour, I'll have to give you a tincture. Everything else can be figured out later."
She didn't wait for her patient's assent, instead going straight to the task of tackling the bandages, lifting up the linen shirt that Astoria had been changed into and deftly unwinding the old strips of cloth.
It was all Astoria could do not to gasp as the bandages fell away and her stomach was revealed. A band of shiny pink scar tissue wrapped around her middle, a little wider than her finger. It coiled down the length of her torso, starting at her belly, circling around to her back several times, and ending halfway up her ribcage, where the band flared out to become a triangular head, an open mouth.
A scar in the shape of a snake.
Her mind flashed to an image of Death Eaters' symbol--a skull embellished with a wide-mouthed serpent, and she resisted the next tear that threatened to fall, blinking slowly until the danger was past. If there had been any doubt as to who had cast the curse, it was gone now.
The ancient Hogwarts nurse was halfway through changing the bandages when a sudden commotion sounded out in the corridor and the infirmary door burst open.
"Madame Pomfrey!" a voice shouted. Astoria knew that voice. She quickly drew her shirt down over her scar as Ginny Weasley careened into the room, stumbling under the weight and excessive height of another girl--the gangly Gryffindor who'd had her wand to Astoria's throat only the night before. Had it only been one night ago? Another of Ginny's roommates was on the girl's other side, and was chattering frantically.
"--don't know what happened. One minute, she was fine, and next thing we know, she's half unconscious and her lips are all swollen and turning blue..."
Madame Pomfrey, with a strength that gave lie to her age, took the girl from her friends' arms and lifted her into one of the empty beds, tucking her beneath the starchy sheets and beginning her investigation.
While she was occupied checking the pulse and temperature of her newest patient, Ginny left Madame Pomfrey with her roommates and drifted over towards Astoria's hospital bed. Leaning casually against the empty cot next to her, Ginny's eyes remained glued upon her friends even as she quietly, casually whispered, "What's happened?"
Astoria's eyes widened, darting over to Madame Pomfrey, but the nurse was too busy with the other girl, who had collapsed into a dead faint, to be concerned with them at present.
Leaning back against the headboard, Astoria allowed her eyes to flutter shut, as if she was overwhelmed by the effort regaining consciousness had taken. When she spoke, her voice was low. You never knew when the walls might be listening. If anyone knew the truth of that adage, it was Astoria Greengrass.
"I'm fine," she lied.
"You're not," Ginny insisted, still not looking at her.
"Why are you even here, Weasley?" Astoria opened her eyes, just slightly, enough to see Ginny's determined-looking frown.
"Look, you sneak out in the middle of the night to leak top secret, dangerous information, and then next morning I hear you've had some sort of accident that's kept you unconscious in the infirmary for four days--"
"Four days?" Astoria gasped, turning to narrow her eyes at Madame Pomfrey, who was muttering about Azuracea and onset symptoms of Spattergroit as she shuffled through her potions cabinet. The nurse most certainly had not mentioned that.
The hard look in Ginny's eyes softened.
"Well, technically this is the fourth, so at least you didn't lose today, too."
Astoria felt this was an overly optimistic way of looking at it, but she inclined her head, all the same. The room didn't spin at all this time.
Never taking her eyes off her friend laying several beds away, Ginny leaned slightly closer.
"I need you to answer me something. Honestly." Ginny paused, her brown eyes flicking towards Astoria and then quickly away. "Did someone attack you? Did they find out that you told us?"
Astoria kept a blank face, considering this. She had already determined that she didn't want to lie to Ginny Weasley, but that was under different circumstances. How exactly did one explain a situation like this? Oh, well yes, I was attacked for revealing a secret. But, the person who attacked me is my dead mother, so it's not as though you have to worry about it happening again.
So, lies it was.
"It was an accident," Astoria repeated firmly, reinforcing it with as much guilelessness as she could muster.
Ginny's focus darted away from her roommates for a moment as she eyed her skeptically.
"You know, you're quite good at that. If I didn't know any better, I'd believe you."
"Oh, but you know better?" Astoria snipped back, lifting a sardonic eyebrow. It almost made her feel back to herself for a moment. Ginny nodded, folding her arms across her chest.
"I've grown up with six older brothers, all of whom have enormously outsized egos. I know what it looks like when someone's trying not to cry."
Astoria blinked, surprised.
"And," Ginny went on, "You don't seem like the sort to cry over an accident. Unless you're just in horrible pain." Her eyes darted back over to her. "Which you don't look like you are."
Damn. Astoria loathed observant people.
She also hated having to cut her losses and admit the truth, but she knew when it was the wiser of her options.
"Fine. You were right. I am here because...because of what we talked about. But no one knows."
"How is that even possible?" Ginny countered. "If someone suspected you enough to attack you--"
"They won't be a problem anymore," Astoria insisted, nearly surprised she didn't choke on the words. The truth came out even smoother than a lie would have, though it tasted twice as bitter.
"How can you be so sure?"
"They're dead."
Something--either the bleak look in her eyes or the woodenness of her tone--seemed to convince the Gryffindor girl, because she paused, stunned, and then nodded.
"Do you mind if I ask...?"
Astoria nodded, giving a small flick of her hand as a gesture to continue. There was no avoiding it now. For the first time, the Weasley girl hesitated, showing more than a little reluctance.
"Oh, just spit it out."
"Fine!" she snapped back. Ginny's fingers danced restlessly along the the headboard, chipped nails pinging musically against the brass frame. She swallowed. "Did you...did you kill them?"
"No," she whispered, tracing one finger lightly along the outline of her scar, invisible through the linen of her shirt. "She managed that all on her own."
Astoria wanted to hate her mother. She hated what she had done. She hated that she didn't hate her, that she couldn't.
No doubt it was a skill she could learn, given time.
She already felt the place where her grief had nestled in her chest, a warm and living thing these past months, calcifying, turning hard and cold. There were the kinds of betrayals that could be forgiven. There were those that never could. And there were some, like this, that defied all classification.
"Is that all?" she inquired, clearing her throat against its sudden tightness.
Ginny nodded.
"So that's why you came here, then? To make sure that I hadn't sold you out?"
"Well, it's not the only reason. I also wanted to see if you were okay."
"Oh, please, Weasley. Like you care."
Ginny suppressed a smile.
"'Course not," she shrugged, sticking her hands into the pockets of her navy cardigan. "I hate stuck-up Pureblood bints like you. I didn't say I was hoping you'd be okay. I just said I wanted to come see."
Astoria met this declaration with a particularly potent roll of the eyes--an arrogant gesture she had long ago mastered.
"Yes, well, I despise you as well." As an afterthought, she added, "Also, that was a horrible reason to come. The last thing we need is people connecting you to me. You can't be visiting me in hospital."
Typical Gryffindor. What a foolhardy, thoughtless, stupid thing to do.
Ginny grinned mischievously. "Oh, I've got an alibi, remember?" She nodded toward her roommate on the other bed, who was coming round and whose lips looked to be returning to normal size and colour. "A couple Swelling Sweeties and a Tinting Truffle give off the textbook symptoms of Azuracea. Madame Pomfrey's given her some Pepperup Potion and the effects will wear of in a few minutes."
"Hmph. So you poison your friends to come ruin the peace of your enemies?"
Now it was Ginny's turn to roll her eyes. "Please. Meg leaps at any opportunity to unleash her inner actress. Besides which, I now owe her an entire box of Exploding Bonbons."
Astoria would never fail to be amazed at the idiocy of Gryffindors. All trips to Hogsmeade had been cancelled, and students were unable to receive packages by Owl Post. Their letters were delivered with the seals broken, not even trying to conceal the fact that all correspondence was being monitored.
"So, you're not only funnelling information to political insurgents. You're running a smuggling ring from your brothers' bloody joke shop candies."
Ginny lifted a slender eyebrow. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you figured it out that quickly."
"And I shouldn't be surprised that, in a crisis, the Gryffindors would be so concerned with trivial--"
"But," Ginny cut in, "what you may not realise is how much good something like that can do. A few Dung bombs might not be much of an upset to the Carrows, but any kind of resistance gives people hope."
Astoria sniffed. "Foolish hope," she corrected.
Ginny sighed, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. It was only then that Astoria, observant though she was supposed to be, noticed exactly how worn the Weasley girl looked.
"Maybe. But it's a precious commodity, these days. I'll traffic in what I can get." She straightened, and the confident grin Astoria had seen from her after a Quidditch victory lit her back up. "Besides, chocolates are excellent ways of sending coded messages. You read, you eat, it's gone. And getting caught with a box of sugary contraband is a lot less suspicious than getting caught with a two-way mirror, so I'll take it."
"Right then, Miss Wimpole. A bit of rest and plenty of fluids. You'll be right as rain in not time at all," Madame Pomfrey's iron-clad voice announced as Ginny's roommate, now looking distinctly less like a blueberry, struggled to her feet.
Ginny began to walk away, but stepped back quickly. "I almost forgot. Here." Astoria felt a small, crinkly little packet being shoved into her palm. She clutched her fingers around it as Ginny marched quickly back to her fellow Gryffindors, throwing an arm about her friend's shoulder as the taller girl pretended to stagger towards the door.
Astoria scoffed. Gryffindors and their flair for the absurdly dramatic.
She kept the object tucked safely out of sight as Madame Pomfrey returned to finish changing her dressings. As soon as the nurse had shuffled back to her office in the corner, nose stuck in what appeared to be a smutty Muggle romance novel, Astoria pulled it from its hiding place and held it cupped in her palms.
It was a chocolate truffle, covered in a nondescript metallic wrapper. Cautiously, she removed the wrapper and bit tentatively into the candy, fearing that she might accidentally swallow a message or suddenly grow a pair of tusks.
One never knew with the Weasleys.
Finding no hidden message, she swallowed the chocolate, which was, at least, tasty. Then she picked up the discarded wrapping paper and eyed it carefully.
She rubbed a thumb over it, smoothing out the miniature landscape of creases and folds. Nothing. Flipped it over.
No sign of any message.
This was ridiculous. She refused to be bested by a fancy piece of scrap parchment! She held it up close to her nose, as if proximity might reveal some new hint, and huffed out an irritated breath that made her wound throb. Then, as the paper fluttered from the force of her breath, words appeared, not written, but burned into the wrapper, the edges of the letters glowing like embers.
Epping Forest Evacuated. Minimal injuries, no fatalities. All safe.
The edges began to darken and curl in on themselves as the message burned itself up. But there at the bottom, tacked on like an afterthought, appeared two blackened words.
Thank you.
The message barely lasted a moment more before the spell was complete, leaving her nothing but a headache and a handful of ashes.
Perhaps Ginny Weasley was not such a stupid girl, after all.
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Pathways to Independence Executive Summary Community Consultations ö The WDB and the CPWD recognize that many people living with a dis- ability in Peterborough City/County are not able to participate fully in com- munity life due to a variety of barriers. ö PREPARED FOR: COUNCIL FOR PERSONS WITH DISABILITIES PREPARED BY: Peterborough Social Planning Council January 2006 Workforce Development Board 2 COUNCIL FOR PERSONS WITH DISABILITIES The views in this document do not necessarily reflect those of the Council of Persons with Disabilities or their funders. HEAD OFFICE 159 King Street, Suite 208, Peterborough, ON K9J 2R8 Tel: (705) 749-3250 1-800-340-0111 Fax: (705) 749-3162 Email: firstname.lastname@example.com Website: www.solutionsatwork.info Funded by The views in this document do not necessarily reflect those of Service Canada or the Ministry of Training, Colleges and Universities. COMMUNITY CONSULTATIONS WHY THESE CONSULTATIONS WERE CARRIED OUT The Council for Persons with Disabilities (CPD) and the Workforce Development Board (WDB) launched these consultations as a first step to ensuring that persons with disabilities in Peterborough City and County are able to fully participate in all aspects of community life. The purpose of these consultations was to identify barriers, needs and gaps in local services to persons with disabilities. It was also to iden- tify strategies or ways of better meeting the needs of persons living with disabilities in our community. This included looking at how to increase local employment for persons with disabilities. An independent living resource centre (ILRC) was one of the ways or options we looked at to better meet the needs of persons with disabilities. An ILRC is a centre that is run by and for persons with disabilities. It offers services and programs that help persons with disabilities to become more independent and to take control of their lives. In 2001, an ad-hoc committee of the CPD was formed to investigate the need for an independent living resource centre for Peterborough. Recognizing the ILRC's potential for enhancing employment oppor- tunities for persons with disabilities, the WDB joined forces with the Council and together they carried this project forward. HOW THE CONSULTATIONS WERE CARRIED OUT The consultations included four main parts: five focus groups with persons with disabilities; a written questionnaire seeking input from agencies and support groups serving persons with disabilities; an alternate format survey of over 300 persons with disabilities living in Peterborough City and County; and, a roundtable discussion with local employers and employees with disabilities. Workforce Development Board 1 We included persons with various kinds of disabilities in the consul- tations, including those with physical, sensory, intellectual, memory, learning and mental health disabilities. To participate, persons with disabilities had to be 15 years of age or over and live in Peterborough City or County. Secondary research was also completed that included: • types of disabilities • existing municipal accessibility plans • web site search of best practices in the areas of accessibility, employment, inclusion and related topics WHO ARE PERSONS WITH DISABILITIES? For this study, we used Statistics Canada's definition of disability – "persons with disabilities are those who have a physical, mental or health condition that reduces the kind or amount of activities they can do". According to Statistics Canada's Participation and Activity Limitation Survey (PALS) conducted in 2001-02, just over 13% of all Ontarians - about 1.5 million people – have disabilities. A large majority have more than one disability. Mobility, pain and agility are the most com- mon types of disabilities. Disability rates typically increase with age. Adults with disabilities have lower levels of education than those without disabilities. Em- ployment among persons with disabilities is low – about 46% of Ontarians with disabilities are in the workforce, compared to 80% for persons without disabilities. Ontarians with disabilities are much more likely to live in poverty than those without disabilities. Based on the provincial disability rate of 16% and 2001 Census data, the Peterborough area has an estimated 20,000 to 33,600 persons with disabilities aged 15 and over. 2 Council for Persons with Disabilities The City-County population (125,856) is projected to increase steadily, peaking at about 130,600 in 2013. Seniors are expected to make up about 27% of the population by 2026. These two factors mean that the number of persons with disabilities living in our community will continue to grow. WHAT SERVICES ARE AVAILABLE FOR PERSONS WITH DISABILITIES? We identified about 60+ agencies in Peterborough City and County that provide services to persons with disabilities aged 15 years and over. This includes agencies whose client base is made up entirely of persons with disabilities, as well as those whose clientele includes a large number of persons with disabilities. These agencies provide various programs and services including: • advocacy • case management • counselling • legal support to training, employment, recreation and housing Most are based in the City of Peterborough as well as offer some level of service to persons living in the County. While most of these agencies deliver a few core programs, several are multi-service providers offering on average four to six different types of programs. In total, there are an estimated 75 disability-related programs available in the Peterborough area. WHAT AGENCIES SERVING PERSONS WITH DISABILITIES TOLD US A detailed survey was sent to key service providers and support groups to gather information about their organizations and programs for per- sons with disabilities. Feedback was also sought about their ability to adequately meet the needs of their clients. A total of 50 out of 62 agencies answered our survey. Workforce Development Board 3 Many of these agencies said that a lack of funding limits their ability to provide service to persons with disabilities. Some of the problems they identified were long wait times for service, inadequate rural ser- vice, not enough staff and inconsistent service provision. More than one-half had the following concerns: • demand for services were greater than ability to offer services • lack of information about other services • lack of co-ordination between service providers • fragmented service delivery Gaps in service for persons with disabilities identified by these agencies included: • transportation • employment services • housing • health services • assistive supports • family supports • day programs • speech and language programs • recreation programs. They also identified specific groups of people they felt were in need of services. These included: persons with intellectual disabilities, men- tal health problems and learning disabilities, those living in poverty, young adults, seniors and those living in rural areas. WHAT PERSONS WITH DISABILITIES TOLD US Fifty-three persons with disabilities attended our focus groups and 307 responded to our survey. It is clear from their input that most continue to face various barriers within our community. As well, many have needs that are not being adequately met. 4 Council for Persons with Disabilities Over 85% of those who completed our survey said they are prevented from participating in their community. The barriers persons reported most often were: a lack of accessibility (to buildings, activities, infor- mation); a lack of accessible, reliable transportation; health limitations; and, the cost of goods and services. Other barriers included: • communication • negative attitudes • finding employment • long waiting lists Needs that were not being met that were mentioned most often were: • the need for accessible, affordable and reliable transportation in both the city and the county • the need for greater financial resources • the need for more social/recreational programs and opportunities • and, the need for more and better information. Among those of working age, employment was also reported as an important need. In terms of solutions and recommendations, persons with disabilities would most like to have greater financial support, better public transportation, improved access to information, accessible buildings, programs and services, better/quicker access to supports, more employment opportu- nities and greater public awareness of disabilities. PRIORITIES TO BE ADDRESSED Based on what we heard, the highest priority needs that affect the greatest number of persons with disabilities are greater financial support, accessible, affordable transportation and physical accessibility. Workforce Development Board 5 Other priority needs identified through the consultation process include: • more opportunities for social interaction and recreation • better access to information and communications • employment and training opportunities • increased service in rural areas • education programs • literacy/day programs • health and medical services • quicker access to supports • adaptive technologies/aids WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE? In order to address the many diverse issues brought to light through these consultations, there needs to be action taken on several different fronts and at different levels. We are recommending the adoption and implementation of a broad- based, comprehensive strategy that includes both short and long term initiatives. Too numerous to describe in this summary, the full report outlines several recommended strategies to meet identified needs. Short-term recommendations include: • developing more public awareness programs using innovative techniques (e.g. interactive theatre) • increasing the number of services that are TTY accessible • establishing a committee of local employers to advance the employment of persons with disabilities • creating more social/political networks for persons with disabilities • investigating opportunities for developing day/educational programs for persons with intellectual disabilities • undertaking a review of designated parking for persons with disabilities 6 Council for Persons with Disabilities • examining best practice models for rural and parallel transportation systems • bringing together agencies serving persons with disabilities in order to identify ways of providing resources and services Long-term recommendations include: • making public information available in alternate formats • developing a "one stop shopping" model for employers to recruit persons with disabilities • creating more internships and short term employment contracts as a means to introducing persons with disabilities into the workforce • working with all levels of government to lobby for policy changes and increases in disability support programs • investigating using the new multi-use service centres (e.g. Havelock) as rural information centres • continuing to improve building accessibility and pathways to travel • preparing a pocket guide of accessible facilities and services in the City and County of Peterborough It is recommended that additional research be undertaken to evaluate opportunities for funding an independent living resource centre. An ILRC could potentially meet many of the needs identified in this con- sultation process. (e.g. a social support network, social and recreation- al programs, peer support and counselling, better and quicker access to information and referral, life skills, literacy and other types of train- ing, assistance with daily living, public education to address negative attitudes, etc.). An ILRC could also serve as a one stop shop or local coordinating agency for persons with disabilities, service providers and employers. Workforce Development Board 7 The implementation of these suggestions will require the cooperation and participation of various people and community groups, including service providers, municipalities, provincial and federal governments, business, education, law enforcement, etc. It will also be important to review and evaluate progress in achieving full participation for per- sons with disabilities. The recommendations will also support the new Accessibility for On- tarians with Disabilities Act, 2005. Passed into law in June of 2005, this legislation requires government to work with the disability com- munity and the public and private sectors to jointly develop standards leading to an accessible Ontario in 20 years. WHAT HAPPENS NEXT? The results of this consultation process, including recommended strategies, will be broadly distributed and made available throughout the community. They will also be sent to various government agen- cies that provide services to persons with disabilities. The Council for Persons with Disabilities and the Workforce Development Board will host a public forum this spring to present the results of these consulta- tions. They will also seek input about the recommended strategies. A more detailed implementation plan outlining specific actions and time- frames will then be developed and put into place. 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rava 5pts The UAW was great 30 years ago. Now, they abuse the system like everyone else. It was formed to keep people from getting underpaid and treated unfairly. Now, they demand everything under the sun from these car manufacturers and then some. Their retirement benefits are better than that of a serviceman(woman) who served their 24 years. Simply put, its ridiculous, just as ridiculous as the CEO's and higher-ups making millions upon millions every year.
Nova LS 5pts Always the UAW.. "sigh" Better be careful or we will end up like Australia's Auto industry.
mopar_srt 5pts Yup. Paying off debt in QTR1 is very smart. It will help clear the balance sheet by the end of the year.
FordCosworth 5pts @Nova LS Here is a thought...Maybe both the auto companies that filed bankruptcy should of gone through a proper Chapter 11 and not given part ownership the the UAW.
Nova LS 5pts @Ratchet One @Nova LS Not to bring up politics,,,buuuut I have always just preferred advancement through achievement and trickle down policies... Just my take I suppose. Better for businesses, so we dont end up like Australia.
rava 5pts @FordCosworth Why are you so hell-bent on degrading GM and Chrysler, when Ford was in nearly as bad of a situation? Did you know the only reason they didn't file for bankruptcy was because their banks loaned them enough money, which they're still paying? You speak ill, yet you never have any logic, proof, or reason for your comments. Your username should be "NegativeNancy". And please do explain how Chrysler is increasing market share faster than Ford while lowering independence on fleet sales (lower than Ford)....
mopar_srt 5pts OMG! Bailout talk is sooo 2010. Please come up with something better. If Ford was so spectacular, would they need to have required the $500M in funds from our gov't for "upgrades" as well? And read: this was to free themselves of further debt to VEBA. Very smart move, especially now that they have funding to pay it all off.


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Surprise always plays out its own significant role in sport.
No more than so in recent weeks and days.
For instance, who would have thought that two comprehensive All Blacks hidings over Ireland would have sandwiched in between
them a 22 to 19 close shave for the men in black in the second test.
And who would have thought that some relatively unknown journeyman, Lukas Rosol managed to play tennis at such a
celestial level at Wimbledon, he brushed aside the redoubtable Rafael Nadal, a
champion who has built his stellar career on his refusal to give in amongst his
other sublime skills.
But surprises such as these pale into oblivion, compared to the surprise that I and
thousands of other Black Caps fans receive each and every time that the
selectors continue to give Jake the Fake Oram yet another massively undeserved
contract inevitably at the expense of those candidates far more justified.
To be fair to Oram, he does regularly keep on presenting a case to the selectors-for-a-day to be biffed out once and for
The odd worthy performance, usually with the ball, is invariably the exception amongst the overwhelming majority of
nothing-contributions, especially with the bat.
And always accompanying this mediocrity are the injuries.
The never-ending, highly-consistent, predictable array of injuries that Jake the Fake goes to great lengths to
explain and encourage fans to show more patience with on each occasion.
Patience Jake?
There isn't enough patience available in the whole wide world to keep up with your Guinness
Book-like list of ailments over the years.
That's why when Oram supposedly sustained a knee injury within minutes of this tour starting against the Windies in the
first T20 game, the "least surprise scenario" in world sport has
again cropped up for what feels like the zillionth time to me.
In other words, cricketing's version of Groundhog Day.
What makes this repetitive joke of giving Oram endless contracts worse is when there is a stronger case for far more deserving
and obvious candidates such as Mark Gillespie, Neil Wagner.
Gillespie is also injury prone, he's carrying niggles right now but produces nowhere
near the deluge that always accompanies Oram
He sliced through the South Africans repeatedly last summer which prompted the world's greatest all-rounder, Jacques
Kallis, to enquire as to why Gillespie had been overlooked when available?
And Neil Wagner couldn't have been more impressive in taking swags of wickets for Otago and becoming the highest
wicket-taker in the last two Plunket Shield tournaments.
I can only assume that Jake the Fake must always be able to rely upon having the ear of the most important decision-makers
of the day which in turn, contributes to that undeniable conclusion that the
Blacks Caps have a club-like set-up where it's often easier to gain entry into
than being expelled.
All of which hardly amounts to developing a culture of rewarding performance and
thereby building depth.
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Krzysztof was a great guest. He came to Dublin to attend a web summit in the city. He arrived and we sat had tea and chatted. He's a very interesting guy. He works in IT and i learned a lot from him. He was traveling with friends who booked a hotel and each morning he got up early and went to the summit and came back at a good time. I didnt seem a whole lot of the time as he was busy. but when we did have time for a chat it was great. Krzysztof is very easy to live with. its like having a long lost brother stay with you. he felt like one of the family. my father came up and he met him too. if your hosting him youll have a great time. best of luck Krzysztof for the future. peter
Krzysztof and his two friends where excellent guests. They stayed in my house for one night only and contunued their trip on Croatia. Very interesting people to talk to. They left the room very clean, excellent communication and observance of house rules. I would highly recommend this guests to any other future host.


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(On the lighter side) I just got the GoPro Hero2 camera, no bigger than a few cubes of sugar, 2"x1"x1", easy to use, the video and pictures are great. There is no screen so you just aim it in the right direction and take the shot or video. I took it out this weekend, the riding scene is long but notice the quality and how smooth the video is and I am bouncing all over the place. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CekubRnyA... I got it online, $249. Awesome job desmond. It's on my short list of purchases for my 2.5 day fishing trip at the end of the month. Love your video editing :) I'm signed up for more cool videos Thanks SD T, make sure you test the way you are going to mount the camera and try it out to see how it films. It is better if you can get to the buttons to turn it on and off and switch between video and picture modes, etc. Also, you don't want the thing in the way or falling into the ocean. Very nice, desmond. I've been looking for something to replace the camera I took this video with: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_13e_yIfe0 Crappy video quality, obviously, but not if you consider the camera cost $20 and weighs 2/3 of an ounce. Nonetheless, time to move up. zk, My only problem with the GoPro is it didn't do well with pressure and humidity changes. I only brought the solid door with me to Colombia and every single video (flying) fogged up within a few minutes. What are you using to edit? Josh Josh I don't understand 'brought the solid door'.. I know someone who has a GoPro mounted to the underside of an aircraft and has flown in in Florida (up to about 8,000 ft altitude) with no fogging. There is a significant temperature change w/ the altitude as well as humidity. The GoPro is in an enclosure.. I think he runs it in an underwater enclosure.. it is mounted on the outside of the Aircraft (underneath, behind the nosewheel). He also uses an under tail mount, including on an OV-1 he owns. NOTE: It wasn't the dive enclosure.. he is using the standard waterproof housing. Every GoPro comes with both a solid and perforated back door door to the hatch. I brought only the solid, "waterproof" one. Josh barn, I use Windows Live Movie Maker to edit, very easy to use. GoPro does have anti-fog inserts. I am going to get them because I do a lot of riding in the winter. Here's the link to the inserts. http://gopro.com/camera-accessories/anti... One more thing, I also use a Nikon S9100 for the pictures and other video that is not POV. I try not to use endless boring riding footage. I mixed it up more in this video: Finished my video for this years Quail Hunting. The video mostly shows scenery in Los Padres & Angeles Forests. There is some good footage of the snow storm we got last week. Hard to believe it's So Cal. Hero 3 is now out. Several paragliding buddies have said it's a big improvement. Hero3 is awesome. Advice: I saw the video in Sports Authority. It looks so cool :) Cool footage, Desmond! I stumbled upon the GoPro cameras while doing some research for my work. I ended up buying 5 Hero 3 Black cameras back in November 2012 as they were just rolling out. These were my first GoPros and I can't speak to the earlier models. As for the Hero 3 Black, the image quality is superior to the others, it has a faster frame rate, and it has built in wi-fi that you can control with the included remote control. The Hero 3 Black came out a bit prematurely and there were some bugs that they are still trying to iron out. These mostly have to do with battery/external power and wi-fi issues. Other than these, this is a kick-ass camera. I highly recommend for those reading this thread to look into Wasabi GoPro batteries. They are third party and are MUCH cheaper (and some would say perform better) than those from GoPro. I'd also suggest checking out YouTube to see what others are doing with their GoPro cameras. A favorite channel of mine is this one: http://www.youtube.com/user/micbergsma There are many others as well. |
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Wonderful lesbian sex from two very pretty sluts in heat. The scene from 8:57 to 9:20 is great ...excellent oral sex!! Love the pretty blonde wearing that amazing pink lip gloss....her mouth is so sexy and yummy!! The scene at 15:40 is also very hot. Please create more lesbian sex videos, they are so fucking hot.
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Lol at 9:25 she's trying to get her fingers in there but the other girl won't allow it... lame!
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She was licking so much air this wasn't even a lesbian video. She just has an air fetish :)
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her tongue is 10cm away
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She is actually licking air I think. This is the worst video.
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They suck! talk about a tease
just curius September 26, 2010
is she licking air? because i dont see pussy licking
dude September 28, 2010
obviously not a real lesbian shes not licking anything
Captain Fucking Obvious October 1, 2010
Well duh, nearly all women in porn aren't really lesbians, they only do it for the money, so us morons will watch it.
Admiral Obvious October 6, 2010
the air licking is because their booty STINKS and/or their pussy smells! keep em CLEAN ladies and ull get a treat!
B & B October 2, 2010
Idk y I'm watching this. There is some good licking after the first little bit. (Girl with the pony tail does a good job) I don't understand why she licks air and then towards the end she starts attempting to lick pussy and ass...Still a tease I need a good licking.
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8:14 and 9:16 are so arousing. I love the pretty girl's pink lips, what a sexy mouth!! Her pussy is also a sexy, smooth pink....so sweet to the taste. We want to see every girl on the planet doing this and also making videos of their most passionate sex. I could masturbate to lesbian sex videos forever, lesbians are so beautiful!
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Maybe the both girls have an A(ir)-Spot
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The blonde in shorts didn't know if she had an orgasm or pissed. She really knew how to eat the other girl's pussy and ass. Both girls were hot. I wish I could watch them live. They could live with me for free.
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toatal losers its all fake and she sucking the air
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Playboy April 30, 2011
I would like to see those two in my bed
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House builder Visual to list on AltX next month
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Visual International Holdings, a property development firm that develops complete, self-contained suburbs for the middle-income market, is to list on AltX, the JSE's junior exchange, next month.
The listing is scheduled for April 4 and will be preceded by a private placement through which Visual plans to raise R33 million. These funds will be used to fast track the next phase of its property development plans at its flagship Stellendale residential complex in Kuils River in Cape Town, over the next two years.
Visual is making 26 percent of its share capital available in the private placement, with 66 million shares available for issue at 50c a share subject to a minimum subscription of 10 000 shares, or R5 000. Based on this, Visual will have a market capitalisation of R126.5m. It has a net asset value of R70.7m.
The offer will close at noon on March 28.
Visual forecasts earnings a share growth of 19 percent a year for two years and plans to reinvest all profit for the first few years without paying dividends.
Visual chief executive Charles Robertson said its long-term strategy was to increase the percentage of retained properties in its developments over time from 15 percent currently to benefit from increased and escalating annuity income as well as capital growth.
Visual develops mixed-use suburbs and builds housing for the middle market, with homes and apartments priced from R400 000 to R700 000. Robertson said this was the fastest-growing income segment in South Africa and demand for homes outstripped supply.
"We have found the middle-income market is not well catered for with housing right now," he said.
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All-New X-Men #22.NOW Review
Jean Grey, you done it now!
We're seeing a lot of merging of Marvel's traditional superhero franchises with their cosmic ones, even as the Marvel movies begin exploring cosmic territory. Luckily, the new crossover between All-New X-Men and Guardians of the Galaxy is a logical one. Learning that Jean Grey is alive and well again, the Shi'ar have decided to put her on trial for her crimes as Dark Phoenix. Thus, it falls upon the X-Men and the Guardians to put a stop to this miscarriage of justice. As long as you can avoid asking the obvious questions - "Why didn't they do this all those years the original Jean was still around?" - it's a simple, strong premise to build a crossover around.
"Simple" is the operative term with this first issue. Brian Bendis only focuses on two main beats - the simmering tension between Cyclops and Jean, and the battle that ensues when the Shi'ar equivalent of a SWAT team rolls into the New Xavier Institute. The opening pages offer a nice blend of humor and dramatic tension as Scott and Jean bicker, Warren is caught in the middle, and the rest of the cast go about their daily business. A lot of the humor comes from the fact that readers are only really getting one side of the conversation, as Jean silently beams thoughts and Scott reacts. After that, it's all action until the very end. I was a bit let down upon reaching the final page and realizing the issue was already over.
But the good news is that Stuart Immonen is back on board as artist. Given how rushed Battle of the Atom was towards the end, it's been a while since we've seen Immonen in top form with this series. His talent for rendering epic action and expressive, emotional figures is as impressive now as it was at the beginning of All-New X-Men. Immonen is in good company as he works alongside Sara Pichelli with this crossover, and I'm eager to see the final product collected in one package.
Jesse is a mild-mannered writer for IGN. Allow him to lend a machete to your intellectual thicket by following @jschedeen on Twitter, or Kicksplode on MyIGN.
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