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So naturally, in fact, that he feels slightly sore that nobody from his old life has ever encouraged him to try something creative. Still, he can't help but feel he's finding his place.

On a quiet Friday afternoon, he sticks up a ' Back Soon! Harry grins sheepishly. Pleasure rather than business, if you like. I must know! Perhaps they will be inspirational I've heard you're branching out again, Mr Potter—glass, is it? I didn't realise you knew about that. I'd better get back to it, then. Thanks for these," he says hurriedly, holding up the bag and waving as he pulls open the door and steps out into the wintry sunshine of Diagon Alley. He shakes his head and clatters over the cobbles to the 'shop.

When he gets there, he finds an unfamiliar owl waiting, perching on the low wall and hopping territorially back and forth as a large ginger and white cat tries to curl up on the wall in a patch of sunlight. Harry watches for a moment, amused, as the cat flattens its ears and attempts to defend its position but, with a forceful hoot, the owl goes to nip it on the nose and it leaps down from the wall, hissing, and disappears behind the flapping sandwich board for the Dragondale Deli.

It hoots and puffs up its feathers before holding out its leg for Harry to take the message. Bemused, Harry watches until it is no more than a brown dot in the distance, and then turns to the letter. I would like to put together an article about you and your work, particularly your new abstract pieces and glassware.

As such, would it be possible to come to your workshop some time this week to conduct an interview and take some photographs?

Please let me know when you have an opening; I understand that your schedule must be very busy indeed. Yours in gratitude, L. That's ridiculous. The cat flicks its tail and blinks large green eyes at Harry. Apparently, it has no more to say on the subject. Harry shoves Mr Clearwater's letter into the bag with his records and gets to his feet. He heads for the 'shop, stretching out his sore arm muscles and preparing for an afternoon of hard work. Draco will have an opinion, no doubt.

As it turns out, when Draco reluctantly releases the death grip on his teacup to squint at the letter, he merely laughs, passes it back to Harry and says, "I was beginning to worry—you haven't been in the Prophet for almost two months. Finally, unable to think of a reason why not, Harry writes his acceptance, advising Mr Clearwater that a Saturday would be best.

After all, if he's going to do this weird, weird thing, he's going to need help. Help arrives just before nine o'clock on the following Saturday morning, in the form of a vividly-dressed Maura, who practically bounces out of the fireplace to meet him.

Or explode. And it's all your fault," she says, flashing Harry a wry smile. It's all part of my strategy—the more time they spend taking pictures of her, the less time they have to ask me stupid questions. Maybe then I'd have some confidence about beating the Harpies today. Or even just not getting trashed by them, to be honest," she admits, sighing. Keep thinking good thoughts. And don't get in Uncle Harry's way, okay? Fudge and carrot? Lamb and strawberry? Maura pulls a face. Harry sets his hands on his hips and lifts an eyebrow.

Harry and Maura exchange glances. Maura blinks large dark eyes up at him. She frowns and her freckled nose wrinkles in confusion. Harry smiles. Shall we go and get our pictures taken? Harry looks, taking in the inevitably scarlet garment with its pretty buttoned collar and embroidered ring of snails around the bottom of the skirt.

But I like your jumper," she admits, reaching out to stroke the soft, jade green wool of Harry's sleeve. It's Uncle Draco's. He seemed to think it was the best colour to wear for having my photograph taken," he confides, mouth twitching at the memory of Draco's last words before he had dashed out for some kind of meeting: ' Not that I care, of course, but you should wear this one or this one ', followed by a tiny smirk and a careless clatter of hangers and heavy fabric on top of Harry's sleepy form before he had stalked out of the room in a whisk of leather and stripes.

She glances down at her dress again, kicking out the skirt so that it swishes around her knees. Mummy was not very happy at all," she says darkly. Harry chews his lip. And then: "I thought your dad didn't like colours.

He likes them for Shivers And Sighs - Catwalk (4) - Shiny Girl (Vinyl). Maura frowns lightly. Difficult though it is to break his years-old distrustful habit, especially when it comes to reporters, Harry finds a smile and reaches for the door handle. Things are different here. This man isn't going bite him, especially with a child present. Maura leans forward eagerly on the bench, completely unaware that she's functioning as a safety device for a grown man.

Now, he trundles slowly around the 'shop without a word, cradling his camera against his chest and sweeping the space with curious blue eyes that are just visible underneath a messy blond thatch of hair.

Maura watches him, apparently fascinated, from her perch atop the workbench. The light, and such," Mr Clearwater calls, removing his heavy winter cloak to reveal a natty three-piece suit in tweed. He throws the cloak over one arm and removes a copper pocket watch from his waistcoat. Squints at it through square, wire-rimmed glasses that are not dissimilar to Harry's, and sighs. Karlo, must you? He's not worried; those benches seem to be pretty solid, after all, but Mr Clearwater's face is a picture of exasperation.

He glances at Harry before he climbs down. Oh, hello! My little muse. I've been looking forward to meeting you, Harry, I must admit. Ever since Penny told me that she ran into you at one of those Ministry functions not long ago. Of course. Penelope Clearwater, Percy's Hogwarts girlfriend, is this springy individual's daughter. Better say something.

She's very proud. But children always mean their compliments, which is nice on the odd occasion that we get them," Harry says at last, startled by his own candour. Astonished, in fact, but there's something very genuine about Mr Clearwater—Lars—that's twisting all his views on the press out of shape.

Ah, now, where is it? Harry's surprise must be clear on his face, because Lars laughs raucously as he flips open the notebook and begins to scribble, hand moving across the page at a terrific rate. Karlo and I like to do things the old fashioned way, you see.

We've been working together for many a year, haven't we, Karlo? He thinks he may be starting to enjoy himself. Although the reviewing game isn't without its charms," Lars muses, fixing Harry with a conspiratorial eye. Muggle place, of a fashion—owned by a witch and her husband Muggle, very nice, though, lovely chap. It's all very wizard-friendly and they've a glorious oriental menu Shall we get on? The questions range from the undemanding "What's your favourite sort of wood to work with these days, Harry?

Is this change of style indicative of some shift in another area of your life? Karlo, meanwhile, lumbers around in the background, barely making a sound as he repositions his equipment and clicks away, mumbling short but gently-voiced replies to Maura's incessant inquiries.

Taken though she is with this quiet giant of a man, she does remember her pledge to protect Harry from the scary reporter at regular intervals, and slips away from Karlo's side to insinuate herself between Harry and Mr Clearwater, throwing in her opinion as often as she can.

Harry has tried to persuade him to sit in the perfectly decent wooden chair he has dragged out and cleaned for this very occasion, but Lars won't hear of it. So they sit, opposite one another but some eight feet apart, legs dangling and faces bathed in sunlight as Harry mumbles and gesticulates and slowly begins to talk about his work with confidence—it is, at last, his work, and not that belonging to his other self, and it makes all the difference in the world.

I don't want to leave anything out. But I'm going to go to Hogwarts," she adds hurriedly, blinking big eyes up at Lars as though daring him to contradict her. Harry turns away to hide his smile, just in time to hear the click-flash of Karlo's camera.

Perhaps it's a nervous tic. Harry wonders what Draco would have to say about it. He doesn't know how to answer that. He just makes things; there isn't all that much thinking involved. But perhaps that's the point. He screws up his anxiety and grips the edge of the bench, cold fingers pressing against pitted wood. The weather I don't set out with a particular plan in mind; I just set everything up and let go.

And it's important to take chances, I think. In work It's so easy to get stuck, let things pass you by What do you think, Karlo?

And then, in the longest sentence Harry has so far heard him utter, he adds: "Fine piece of glass, that, Mr Potter. Maura giggles and holds on to Harry's arm.

He drags in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of sawdust and wax and the cooling glass from his earlier demonstration, the citrus freshness of Draco that somehow clings to his jumper, and the roasting onions and baking bread from the deli across the cobbles. It's a tiny perfect moment, and he wants to hold onto it, smoke between his fingers; his smile stretches wide and genuine as he puts his arm around Maura and squeezes. This does nothing to dampen Maura's admiration of the man, however, and she just glows with delight as the two of them stand in the doorway and wave goodbye to the men from the Daily Prophet.

Harry is informed that the article should appear in the paper the following weekend. He leans back precariously in his chair and taps his fingers against his green and white striped tea cup. It's not as strong as I'd have liked, though. Harry nods. He reaches for a buttered toast triangle and crunches it thoughtfully as he reads. Harry examines several grainy but unmistakeable photographs of Fitzwilliam, his one-time, somewhere-boss, deep in conversation with several different groups of men, some of whom, Harry is horrified to note, he recognises from his field days as very dangerous individuals indeed.

He stares, suffused with hot pride for Draco, who he knows has risked far more than his safety to take these pictures. To collect this information and write these words. I like to think that I can still cause a bit of a stir. You were probably born with it. Harry says nothing but smiles, recalling those heated words and bright eyes in the dark that are almost real memories now. Harry's heart slams against his ribcage, swelling with approval, and he allows himself a fraction of a second to enjoy the startled widening of Draco's eyes as he abandons the paper, wipes his buttery fingers on his jeans, hauls Draco to his feet and kisses him hard.

Fitzwilliam himself seems to have evaporated completely, only helping to lend further weight to the veracity of Draco's words, and the Ministry Spokeswizard is falling over himself in his efforts to assure the public that a thorough investigation has already begun. Lars' article, tucked away in the Arts and Culture section, is somewhat overshadowed, but Harry doesn't mind in the least.

He's bursting with pride for Draco and has absolutely no interest in being the centre of attention. Draco, however, is far happier to see Harry in print, and seems to forget about all of his dissatisfaction with his own work when he flips to the relevant section and sees Karlo's big colour photographs. Harry looks with him, chin on his shoulder, and he's impressed. The man of few words is, as he should have known, an artist in his own right. Harry has never particularly enjoyed having his photograph taken, and neither has he ever relished the results, but these pictures are something else; full of warmth, genuine smiles and beautiful, vivid colours, they light up the double-page spread and breathe further life into Lars' effervescent, praise-filled words.

Harry snorts. Granted, there's a lot of smoke and fire, and his eyes are narrowed against the heat as he turns the pipe slowly—it is quite a dramatic picture, but there's no way on this earth that he was, or is, or would ever try to look sultryfor crying out loud. Harry watches his photo-self wrap an arm around photo-Maura as they both stand behind the huge, multi-coloured glass bowl. For a moment, they stand neatly, smiling, the image of good behaviour, before they both grin up at each other and dissolve into laughter.

Keep it with him. He makes a mental note to buy his own copy as soon as he gets to Diagon Alley. This one, after all, is Draco's, and Harry suspects that it is only a matter of time before it makes its way into the album marked ''. Potter responded to my owl with impressive swiftness and invited me to his Diagon Alley workshop for a morning, so, last Saturday, that is exactly what the ever faithful Karlo and I did.

Truly, Mr Potter, 37, and his wonderful assistant, Maura Zabini-Weasley, 7, are enchanting individuals," Draco reads, one eyebrow arched in amusement.

Nice man, actually. And while you're there, why not drop into the Dragondale Deli next door, where you can sample the best pumpkin sourdough this side of the Thames," Draco says, reading a section from the end of the article. He gave me a tip, actually," Harry says, stretching and following Draco as he tucks the newspaper under his arm and heads for the study. As he crosses the tiled entrance hall, though, his knee, well-behaved for several days now, flicks out from beneath him and pitches him, hands and good knee first, into the hard floor.

Feeling his bones creak. Slowly, he picks himself up, balancing with one hand on the cool wall and flexing his knee with care. He fiddles with the quill in his hand and then stows it away behind his ear. And then I have to add my thoughts. Grave, serious thoughts of great consequence Harry hangs back for a moment, hypnotised by the movements of the stairwell spider as it scuttles between several of the upper banisters, stringing a new outpost for its already imposing web.

He likes spiders, and this one—like himself, he supposes—has come a long way. When he reaches the kitchen he finds Arthur's head in the fire. Lars' article has attracted the customers in their droves, filling the 'shop with an interesting mixture of potential buyers, curious Prophet readers, and groups of ladies, some old enough to be Harry's grandmother, who seem content just to watch him work and chatter delightedly over his sculptures in little knots.

He leaves the workshop, exhausted, at six-thirty, and hurries back to number twelve to wash away the day and find something Draco-suitable to wear for dinner. Mindful of the colour combination rules, at least as far as he understands them, Harry lingers in front of the open wardrobes for several minutes, pretending he doesn't hear Draco's impatient muttering from the bathroom, or the hissing of spray bottles and squeak of cloths that lets him know that Draco is cleaning something as he waits.

Harry pulls a face at Draco in the mirror and shrugs into the red shirt. Try my brown jacket with that shirt," Draco suggests, pointing. The one with Frankfurto's head in the breast pocket.

Ginny's spindly high heels clack along the pavement as she keeps impressive pace with her taller companions and Blaise's rumbling laughter carries on cool air that's heavy with woodsmoke and the mingled savoury aromas of the restaurants they pass.

Relaxed and warm-tired, Harry scuffs along beside Ginny and makes no effort to defend himself as Blaise now takes on the mantle of teasing him about his 'sultry' photograph in the Prophet.

I'm a man of a thousand expressions. His heart clenches. It's a great laugh. Of course it is. It's everywhere. Goldstein, dressed in black from head to toe, is heading up the pavement toward them. He is still at least a hundred yards away, but Ginny's sharp eyes have allowed Harry to observe him in secret for a moment or two, and that is quite long enough for him to notice the slender, dark-haired man at Goldstein's side, one arm slung around his waist as they walk.

Blaise and Draco, heavily embroiled as they are in a discussion that involves a lot of head shaking and hand waving, have not yet noticed, but Harry and Ginny slow almost to a standstill as Goldstein and his companion approach.

How very odd. Shall we move on, then? Satay chicken? Crispy noodles with—" "Never mind, I think he's seen you," Blaise interrupts. Draco shrugs, tucking his face into his scarf. He immediately disentangles himself from the dark-haired man who, on closer inspection, Harry thinks is younger and much better looking than himself and shoves him neatly onto his own side of the pavement in one swift movement.

Without breaking eye contact, he flattens an invisible crease out of his jacket and turns up his smile several notches. Harry watches, mouth slightly open, and it's several seconds before he is able to drag his eyes away from Goldstein and focus on the rejected young man, who is standing on the edge of the kerb, flicking large, distressed eyes between Harry and Goldstein and running a hand fitfully through his hair.

Heart hammering, Harry wants to hex Goldstein's arse into the gutter, shake this man's hand and tell him to get out while he can, that he can do so much better. He doesn't need to know the man to know that. As it is, he just stands there as though he's caught in Devil's Snare, unable to look away from the startled young man, vaguely hearing the shuffling of feet and creaking of coats behind him as Draco, Ginny and Blaise look on in anxious silence.

Here on the pavement, right next to this streetlight? Because you definitely seem to have a talent for turning up wherever I happen to be! Why is that? It's nothing. Still hanging on, eh? Within seconds, he has drawn his wand and taken several steps closer to Goldstein. What do I have to fucking do? The dark-haired man takes an instinctive step back into the road, but Harry barely notices. Goldstein stares back, eyes blank and breath coming quickly now.

Harry drops his voice. Leave us alone. Do you understand? He's not sure exactly what he's going to do now, but his self-control is dissolving fast.

He jumps at the firm hand on his shoulder. He Shivers And Sighs - Catwalk (4) - Shiny Girl (Vinyl) look back, and even as they round the next corner with Draco and Ginny clattering along behind them, whispering furiously, his ire is starting to fade away. It is replaced Shivers And Sighs - Catwalk (4) - Shiny Girl (Vinyl) a hot, humming irritation that skitters through his veins and makes him stomp rather than walk, hands stuffed into pockets and head buzzing.

Just a tiny little one. It would've been worth it," Harry sighs. I do know, however, that you are in no way responsible for someone else's mental disturbance. Not your fault. He doesn't want to spend the whole night thinking about Anthony Goldstein.

Ideally, he doesn't want to spend any further time thinking about Anthony Goldstein. Taking a deep breath, he twists around and catches Draco's eye. A sinking feeling dragged at his stomach. That's my facebook page! The next thing, his list of friends was staring back at him from the screen, in full view of this vicious woman. I can't have any half-hearted efforts at being effeminate and wimpish. But now it's just a question of exposing your prissy sexuality to everyone who knows you.

Fuckin' shit! I mean, hey, you can't show that picture to anyone, d'you hear! Jack Kapranski and Brad White. I'll do everything you want me to do, without any grumbles, but please I want to be the Pretty Boy sissyboy.

I'll kiss another sissy Miss Presswell looked down at him without moving from her keyboard. You are not worth my time, boy. You're a little maggot, like so many sissy wimps. He crawled the distance between Miss Presswell and himself and fell on her court shoe in black patent, holding his face against her stockinged foot and the shiny leather.

I promise with all my life and I won't mess you around. I'm going to do just what you say, and the girls Just please don't send the photo. I think I can promise you that he won't try to be a normal boy again while he's working with us at Pretty Boy. And let me remind you that any signs of boyish behaviour, or complaint With a boom of photographic exposure.

Do you understand? He would give her no excuse whatsoever. How close he had come to utter destruction. He clenched his hands into fists and resolved to do what he had to do, and be a model of stillness and grace. His feet lifted obediently for his panties to be slipped off, Shivers And Sighs - Catwalk (4) - Shiny Girl (Vinyl), followed by his stockings, and Miss Presswell reached into her closet to take out the costume he was to wear as her sissyboy-in-residence.

He was making a resolution not to let himself down with any of the sissy softness he had shown already this morning. But it was difficult. He was wearing a little white bra with a cute ribbon bow between its cups and a pair of shiny panties to match, with another little bow in the middle of his waist. They were like the panties his stepmother wore, covering his bottom and cupping his genitals in white satin.

Instead of stockings he had white ankle socks, with a puff of lace decorated with white flower shapes. He even had little bows of white ribbon on the lace frilling of each sock, and over them, a pair of pale blue Mary Jane shoes with two thin straps across each foot. He tightened his fists to prevent a shiver of embarrassment: the skirt of his petticoat flared from well above his waist but was only 12 or 14 inches deep.

What kind of childish little skirt was he going to be put into? Then she arranged his blouse, fastening the pearly buttons down to where it lay on his petticoat skirt. There was a frill of corrugated satin two inches wide down either side of his buttons, as well as round the edge of the rounded collar so that the frill just touched the puff of each sleeve.

A similar frill decorated the cuffs on his arms, so that his blouse seemed to be all ruffles. Oh no-o-ooo! The material had 'Kiss Me' scattered here and there in glittering silver! It buttoned together down the back, but an ache of shame seized him as he realised how she was fitting it to his blouse: there was a line of cream buttons across the front of his blouse, beneath the level of his little breast cups, and they buttoned though buttonholes on the waistband of his skirt.

She fastened another button under each arm, and four more across the back. He was wearing a childish, button-on skirt with his blouse and he broke into a flurry of humiliated sobs. Give him two Paradise Bows in his hair, and once his gloves are on, put his hands into thigh ribbons. She took his hand and threaded a glove of powder blue satin onto his fingers. It buttoned round his wrist with glass buttons, which carried on up his arm: ohhhh! The ribbon fastening wrapped over above his elbow, finishing with a press fastening under his blouse sleeve in the shape of a bow with a large blue button in the middle.

His other hand was gloved too, and buttoned up to his elbow in the same way. She held his hand beside his thigh as Serena wrapped the leg ribbon round his wrist and did it into a bow.

He was bowed at the other wrist too, so that his hands were now secured to his thighs, making his skirt billow out all the wider at front and back. The frills went over his shoulders from front to back and were buttoned into place. His blouse sleeves almost disappeared beneath the copious ruffles that spread over his shoulders, and his penis stiffened firmly in the gusset of his panties. If I am not delighted with your performance in the boutique, you will become a dainty sissy friend to all the names in your facebook.

Forward sissyboy. Oh horrors; from being as peaceful as a library half an hour before, the boutique had sprung to life. Jason saw Kate behind a counter, spreading a little party dress for an elderly lady to look at. Her hand gave a little wave but her smile changed into a giggle.

First you take his hands in yours and either hold them by your sides or lift them up and clutch his hands into the front of your blouse, then say: 'I feel so precious in front of you, darling, I simply have to kiss you on your lovely lips. His eyes fluttered and the next thing, a shock filled his nostrils knocking his head back.

He blinked, and realised that Miss Presswell had applied smelling salts to his nose. He sneezed and sneezed again. You're going to feel a lot more feeble and delicate than that as the day wears on. His head was feeling mightily cleared and he repeated her sissy kissing instructions, as well as learning a few more.

A moment later they were in the lingerie department, where two women were sitting watching a middle aged woman in a crisp blouse and long skirt attend to what must have been a sissy.

Only the sissy was a grown man, at least ten years older than Jason. He was wearing no more than a white full corselet and under it a pair of pink panties. The tops of his tan stockings were gathered down onto his knees. This is Brenda, and her daughter Cerys. If something like this happens to you, trust that your loved one is with you, and letting you know that they are okay, and that you are not alone. This sign from spirit may take a couple of forms.

Either they move objects of yours, like flipping over a picture, moving a piece of clothing into an odd location, or causing something to fall as a way of getting your attention. Dimes and penniescrystals or stones, feathersflowers and keys are common examples of the types of objects deceased loved ones may move onto your path. You may receive objects other than these that are somehow significant to your loved one like seashells if they loved the beachpaintbrushes if they were an artistor even screws and nails if they were a builder.

Especially if it sounds like something your loved one would say, or brings you a message of love, encouragement, or answers a question in a voice which does not sound like your own. You may also find yourself having a conversation in your mind with your deceased mother, grandmother, or friend. Another slight variation of this is when a certain song seems to start playing in your mind out of nowhere.

Listen to the lyrics to tune into the message from spirit. The song may even play on the radio at just the right time. Your loved ones can use other people to deliver their messages too. You could even be thinking of your loved one right before noticing a bumper sticker on a car, which brings you a message.

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Your loved ones in heaven can assist you in aligning with chance meetings, new opportunities, and with attracting new friends, teachers, and life partners.

When something synchronistic happens in your life and you just get the feeling your loved one in Heaven was somehow involved, they likely were! Seeing a full on vision of your deceased loved one is one of the least likely ways to receive a sign from them in spirit… But if it does happen, which it occasionally does for people, it will be a sign that you cannot dispute.

Orbs are another common way in which your loved ones may appear visually through photographs. Keep in mind taking a picture into direct sunlight, or in a dusty atmosphere can also cause orbs to appear… But in many cases of orbs captured especially those which seem to be solidthis is a powerful sign from spirit. While life in the physical does end for individuals, love and energy continues, so do not be surprised if your loved one in Heaven reaches out to let you know they are okay.

Your loved ones in Heaven know you, and so the signs that they are with you will often be specific to your life experience. They may also reach out and attempt to connect with you in ways and at times that are different than you may expect.

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