Chapter 24, Aklumensi.

Creature, it transpired, had been lurking in the attic.

Syria said he found him up there, covered in dust, no doubt looking for more relics

of the black family to hide in his cupboard.

Those Syria seemed satisfied with this story.

I'm Vanessa Zoltan, and I'm Kasper Takaal, and this is Harry Potter and the Sacred Text.

From the ages of 15 to 18, every morning I took a journey that lasted an hour and a half

to get to school, and then another hour and a half to get home.

And it involved me walking, getting a ride in a car to a place where the school bus

would pick me up that would take me to school.

So three times a week, I got a ride in this VW van with like a raky healer and a therapist

and someone else and like everyone was fascinating.

But on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I would get a ride with Shereen.

And Shereen was a friend of my mother's, and she was also the mother of one of my sister's

classmates.

And she stayed in various ways, and I loved getting a ride with Shereen.

Because Shereen was the first adult I remember who showed real interest in what I thought

about the world.

She would ask me questions about politics, and we would talk about TV shows.

And what was so special to me about Shereen is that she asked questions about what I thought,

like she was interested in my perspective.

And if you grew up in a family at home and you have siblings, especially, there's no

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