Exhibition is a Right: Chapter 11 (Patreon)

"Is it Deja Vu if it's in the Past?"

All individuals depicted are over the age of 18 and are consenting adults.

Harry shook his head in fond exasperation at the chaos that was unfolding within the Weasley household.

It was the morning of the 1st, meaning that it was finally time to head by back to Hogwarts. This was something Harry had both been looking forward to, and dreading in equal measure. On the one hand, Hogwarts would always be like a second home to him, something he has missed during his extended leave in seventh year. But equally…he wasn't sure what to expect. This year's expected events, possible changes from what he knew, Crouch being a damn teacher…he wasn't quite sure what to do.

“If it happens similarly to before, all I can do is prepare. If I end up in the graveyard with snake-face again…I'm going to be damn prepared this time.” Harry was forced to quickly duck a floating trunk as it crashed down to the floor by the back door. The sound of the Twins getting berated in the living room made him chuckle again. “Seems a few extra years hadn't changed much, the Weasley's are still awful at keeping on time”

As Ginny walked in holding her trunk, being more sensible than the twins, she looked at Harry while placing it down with a huff. “Think we'll make it on time?”

Harry made an exaggerated glance at the grandfather clock in the kitchen. It didn't actually tell the time, with each of the handles depicting a face of the Weasley's. All the handles were currently pointing to “late”.

“Well…it's not pointing to “mortal peril”, so it could be worse.” He joked, before looking back and admiring Ginny's outfit. As he appreciated the tight shirt and jean shorts, he realised that he was increasingly becoming more used to the outfits encouraged by the Empowerment Act. “Though I will forever find them interesting, that's for sure!”

As more of the family gathered, it was not long before they were through the floo and heading onto platform 9 ¾. Harry even managed to only skid along the floor upon his arrival, which he considered a win.

As the family rushed towards the train, managing to board just in time, Harry was treated to a crushing goodbye hug by Mrs. Weasley. Given her low cut dress and expansive bust, it was an interesting hug for sure…

As the Hogwarts express whistled and started its journey, the gathered group began to split ways. The Twins said they were off to find their mate Lee, while Ginny said she was going to catch up with her Gryffindor dorm mates. Though she still kissed Harry on the cheek before heading off.

Hermione tucked her purple strand of hair behind her ear, before looking at Harry. “Well, we've got to go to the Perfect’s meeting first, then probably patrol. Would you find us a compartment Harry?”

“Ah, that's right. They're Prefect’s now.” Sure, cya later, want me to take your trunks?” Hermione nodded, before shrinking both hers and Ron’s to allow him to pocket them. 

“Cheers Hermione. Was never good with charms. Well, cya later mate, if I survive the boredom at least…” Ron waved goodbye, and the two headed towards the front of the train. Hermione could be heard telling Ron off for being blasé about the meeting, but he just found that entertaining based on his chuckles.

Harry, instead, headed down towards the back. As he walked, he glanced into each compartment to determine if they were free, or if they were anyone he knew.

Peering in, he saw several packed compartments, quickly bypassing them in favour of a quieter choice. He swiftly moved on when he saw one containing several Slytherin, including an older Draco. He had to clamp down on his desire to simply open the door and curse the greasy ferret, after everything he caused in sixth year. “If I stop Voldemort this year, then he won't get the chance to do any of that…”

Another carriage down, he smiled as he found a compartment containing most of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They were joined by Lee, with him and the twins in deep conversation. Opposite them, the trio of chaser's were having a more languid conversation, with Alicia currently helping to plait Katie's long chestnut hair.

He took a moment to glance over the three's outfits. They were nicknamed the “flying foxes” for good reason, with each of them being exceptionally attractive in different ways.

Angelina, dark skinned and built like an Amazon with her height and defined muscles, was by no means lacking in feminine charm. While she had visible abs, due to her midriff being bare, her bust and bottom were still filling out her clothes noticeable. She had paired a top that looked little more than a sports bra with incredibly tight yoga pants. As she lazed back on the seat, the pants rode up noticeably, making it clear that she had decided to forgo any panties based on the camel toe he could see.

Alicia was by far the bustiest of the three. Latina in descent, she had almond shaped eyes, full plump lips and caramel skin. With the touches of makeup that gave her long eyelashes and a hint of eyeshadow, she looked like she was going to head out on the town clubbing. Her clothes reflected this look, consisting of a tight dress that barely covered her ass, with large gaps in the side showing off the sides of her hips and stomach. The material was stretched thin over her breasts, with the noticeable shapes beneath showing that she shared a preference of piercings with Hermione.

Finally, there was Katie. The youngest of the three, though still a year older then he was, she was the slightest of the three. Her thin frame made her modest breasts seem larger than they would otherwise, contained in a narrow, belt-like tube top that showed off her underboob. Her lower half was a long flowing skirt, with a split up the side that allowed her legs to move freely. The most noticeable aspect was her hair, however. Easily three times as long as Harry remembered, he suspected it would trail long past her ass, if it wasn't currently being put into that plait by Alicia.

Realising he would be caught staring if he wasn't careful, he knocked on the compartment door. When they looked up, all members beamed a smile, and Angelina lazily waved at him to enter. Opening the door, he leaned against the side of the frame. “Morning team. Been keeping in shape for the upcoming season I hope?” He asked with a smile, while nodding at Lee in greeting as well.

“You know we have, captain! You were there when you so cruelly made us run laps around the orchard!” one of the twins replied.

“Yeah, right mean one this guy. And we thought Woods was bad!” the other twins replied, though the grin on his face showed it was all in jest.

“Hey, I didn't make you run with me! That was all Ginny” he said, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, well. Someone's got to keep an eye on you two. Can't have you banging each other in every location on the property, after all” the first twin said with a sly wink.

Harry blushed. “Of course the twins knew what we were up to…so much for being subtle…” Angelina tilted her head at him in question. “Oh, has little Harry been getting some action? My, you have been busy this summer!” She wriggled her eyebrows and the other girls laughed at his deepening blush. Though he couldn't help noticing that Katie's smile didn't quite reach her eyes…

Angelina then stood up, her height matching his. “Though, not sure if I can call you little anymore. You've clearly been eating your vegetables.” She stepped forwards, leaning in closer. “Makes me wonder what else has grown…” Harry, used to flirting with women after last week, simply raised a brow. “Wouldn't you like to know…I'm sure all my…growth…would be appreciated.”

Angelina's eyes noticeably darkened with lust as she glanced down and licked her lips. Though she clearly remembered they were in a full compartment. “I'm sure we'll get the chance to find out after practice sometime, right captain?”

Harry lost his teasing grin, instead adopting a slightly contrite look. “About that…are you ok with me being captain? Would you not have been the better choice?”

Angelina blinked, then sighed and stepped away with a soft smile. “Honestly? I had thought the badge was going to come my way. But when it didn't, I thought about who it could have gone to. And honestly? You would have been my pick too.”

Angelina then crossed her arms under her bust, emphasizing their size. “Besides, this way we get a solid leader for four years, not just two. Anything to help us beat those snot nosed Slytherin, eh?”

Harry nodded, glad to hear that Angelina was ok with the decision. “Good, I'd hate to think you resented me. Would make running you through drills so much more difficult” he joked.

Angelina narrowed her eyes at him “Oh? Want to tell me what to do, Potter? Sorry, but you'll need to at least buy me dinner first”. As the twins and Lee all gave a combined “ooooh, burn”, the compartment all laughed together once more.

Alicia leaned forwards, her dress straining further from the movement. “Wanna join us? I'm sure we can squeeze a seventh in. You can help finish Katie's hair, Merlin knows she has enough of it to give a girl wrist strain plaiting it all.”

Katie eyed Alicia with an almost betrayed look, but then turned her eyes to him with a hopeful gaze. Harry was sorely tempted to accept, however…

“Sorry girls, I promised I would save a space for Ron and Hermione, and I suspect nine people would be a push too far, yes?” Most of the compartment nodded in agreement, but Katie looked very crestfallen. He didn't like seeing her with such a look…

“But Katie?” he said, drawing her attention back to him, “we'll have to have a hair plaiting party in future, yeah? Though I doubt mine will be any good for that!” Katie blinked, before nodding enthusiastically. “I'd love that, Harry.” 

Nodding, he waved goodbye and stepped back out into the corridor. As he did, Angelina followed him to close the door. Just before she did, she leaned down and whispered into his ear. “You better keep to that promise, Captain. Katie would like it…and I bet you would, too.” 

Before he could reply, she stepped back, winked, then pulled the door closed. “Huh…Katie likes me? Did she always like me and I was blind, or is this a timeline specific thing”

Shaking his head, he decided to park that thought and continue his search for a suitable compartment. As he neared the end of the train, he began to be concerned he would be unable to find a suitable compartment.

As he reached the last but one, however, he glanced in and chuckled. “I swear, is this actually my fifth year and I've just gotten confused?” His thought was due to the two occupants within: Neville and Luna.

Much like the scene from fifth year, the two were sat in companionable silence, though thankfully Neville was without that plant that spewed pus all over them last time. Luna was reading a copy of “The Quibbler”, though the right way up for a change. Her outfit seemed to consist of a tight body suit in a bright yellow colour, with a pair of sandals being the only other thing she was wearing.

Before he was able to knock and ask to join, Luna raised her hand to her ponytail, plucked her wand from within it and pointed it at the door, causing it to open. “Hello Harry. Yes, you can join us.” His jaw snapped shit, having just been about to ask just that question.

Shrugging, and deciding not to question Luna's ability to preempt him, he walked in and chucked all three trunks and Hedwig's empty cage into the luggage rack, enlarging them as he did so.

Once done, he sat down next to Neville. “You alright Nev? Had a good summer?” Neville nodded. “Good thanks. Though not as exciting as yours, based on what Luna's been telling me about the world cup.”

Looking at the waifish blonde, she simply closed her Quibbler and smiled serenely his way. “I told him about the death eater attack. I didn't tell him about the locker room threesome you had.” 

Neville's eyes widened and a noticeable blush rose up his cheeks. “Oh…er…no. She hasn't told me about…that.” Harry slumped back into his seat and rubbed his eyes under his glasses. “Perhaps don't advertise that guys. Last thing I need is the whole school thinking I'm sleeping around.”

Neville nodded, but Luna simply tilted her head with a cute look of confusion. “But Ginny doesn't mind. If the girls in your life don't mind, does it matter if you're having fun? You deserve more fun after your past life.”

Harry nodded in agreement…before freezing as what she said truly registered. “Er…what do you mean? Like, my past life at the Dursleys?” Luna just stared at him with wide eyes that seemed far deeper than any eyes should be. “Something like that. How are you finding this world so far?” 

Harry glanced at Neville, but while he was looking back and forth between them, he simply seemed confused by the conversation. Though that could be considered a normal state when talking with Luna sometimes.

“Er…yes, I love it. Magic is still an amazing thing in my eyes.” He answered carefully, not wanting to give away too much. Though clearly, Luna knew more than she should about his…unique situation.

Luna blinked slowly. “Yes, it is, isn't it? The nearly naked girls make a nice change too, I suspect” she said, nodding in agreement to her own statement. Neville leaned forward with a frown. “Er…do Muggles not have such others? I thought I heard Gran complaining that most of the fashion used by witches these days comes from the Muggle world…”

Harry gave Luna a weighted look, one she seemed to mostly ignore, before turning to Neville and attempting some damage control. “They do Neville, just that my family was more…conservative than some.” Breathing a sigh as Neville seemed satisfied by his reply, he saw as Luna had begun staring towards the back of the compartment, somewhere above his head.

Glancing back, he saw nothing of note. By the time he turned back, Luna was looking at Neville instead. “Neville, it seems that Trevor got out again.” Looking up to the rack above, Neville groaned.

“Bugger…I even had his cage charmed shut this time. How he keeps getting out, I don't know.” He got up to start searching. Before Harry could rise to offer to help, Luna hopped up from her seat. “I'll help search. Maybe the train's ash mephits have seen him somewhere.”

Not questioning the possible existence of another unknown creature, Neville nodded and left the compartment. Luna stood to follow. “You better stay here Harry, and keep an eye on our stuff.”

He nodded hesitantly. As she reached the door, she looked back over her shoulder “And remember…a burden shared is a burden lessened. If you want to succeed this time…you'll need more than preparation for the known.” 

She then closed the door before skipping down the hallway. Harry huffed out the breath he'd been holding. “This Luna clearly knows more than she should…but how? And what does she mean? Is she suggesting I won't be ready for what's to come? That's…concerning”.

He looked out the window as the countryside passed by. “Does she mean I should tell people about my…situation? They will think I'm mad, surely…”

It was at times like this, he wanted to talk to Sirius. He did have the enchanted mirror he got from him, he found it as he was packing for Hogwarts. However, the fact that he was sure he'd cry upon seeing him again made him hesitant to do so. That…and if Sirius had changed during this timeline, he wasn't sure how he would react.

A knock at the compartment door broke him out of his thoughts. Turning, he saw it open to reveal Susan standing there. “Hello Harry, would you mind if I come in?” Gesturing to the seat across from him, he watched as she entered before turning and closing the door. Locking it and casting several spells he recognised as privacy charms, he sat up a little straighter. Clearly, this wasn't just a social visit.

“Ok…this seems serious. What's up Susan?” Finishing her spells with one that dimmed the glass and made it impossible to see through, she turned around and sat down. Though she sported a smile, which helped relieve some of his concern. “Nothing that bad, just wanted to pass on an update from my aunt. She says hi, by the way.” 

Harry returned the smile, his eyes over her form, as well as the clothing struggling to contain her sizable curves. She currently had on a set of dungarees, cut off at the thighs and leaving the sides completely open. Had he been looking at her from the side, he was sure he would be able to see from one side to the other with how far her breasts pushed the material from her stomach.

“Really? What's the update? Though I wasn't in trouble after the whole world cup fiasco.” Susan shook her head. “Oh, you're not. No, this is more to let you know that she's still investigating the group that attacked you and those mascots. Though they have yet to track down all that port keyed away, they have managed to arrest several members from the group.”

Here, she leaned forwards and gave him a clear view down the front of her outfit. Still, he kept his eyes on her face, given the severity of the conversation. “They're a group called the “Ashwinders”, which you knew. What you might not know, is that they seem to be far more active than aunt had first thought. They're meant to be almost dismantled, yet the attack at the world cup clearly proved otherwise.”

Susan shook her head, her red hair bouncing slightly. “All she wanted to say was keep an eye out. You killed some of them…they may be wanting revenge at some point”.

Harry gave a mirthless chuckle. “Tell them to get in line.” Seeing Susan's confused look, he mentally slapped himself. “Of course, Voldemort surviving isn't common knowledge yet”.

“Er…I mean, I pissed off a lot of people when I killed off Voldemort. I suspect I'll be fine. Thanks for the warning.”

Susan winced at Voldemort's name being used, before she gave him a sly smile while resting her head in her hands. “So…two Veela, huh? And still enough in the tank to survive an attack by poachers.”

Harry now allowed his eyes to travel down to the valley of her breasts clearly on display. “What can I say? I have stamina, at the very least.” Susan's grin became predatory when she saw where his eyes were looking.

“I do hope it's not just stamina that kept them interested…” she then sat back up, before reaching towards the straps to her dungaree. “If that's the case, these may just be wasted…” she then unclipped both sides, allowing the fabric to fall away to her lap and releasing her breasts with a noticeable bounce.

Harry swallowed, his mouth suddenly slightly dry. Still, he looked back up to Susan's mischievous eyes, before returning her grin. “I'm all for proving that's not the case…” Susan seemed to like the idea, based on the fact that her large nipples visibly hardened. She then stood up, before walking over to him. When she stood in front of him, her tits hung right in his field of view.

“Well, what are you waiti…Ahn” Susan moaned as Harry immediately reached forward, before gently grasping her impressive chest. Harry smirked at the sound she made when he did so. “My, Susan…are these sensitive by any chance?”

Susan raised her hands, biting the finger of one of her hands to help hold in her moans. “Not…pant...fair. It's so difficult not to be seen getting turned on when your breasts are constantly rubbing your clothing!”

Harry chuckled, before gently weighing the two massive orbs up and down in his hands, earning soft sighs of pleasure from the red head. “Seriously, these are the biggest pair I've ever seen…yet they're so firm. How have you managed it?”

Susan, eyes closed and enjoying his wandering hands, sighed contentedly. “It's the Bones genetics. Auntie is the same. We all have huge, sensitive boobs. Supposedly we can even cum just by…Ohh” she cut off with a moan as Harry leaned forwards and captured a nipple into his mouth and sucked her gently. She grabbed the back of his head and ran her hands through his hair.

“Oh, don't stop Harry. That feels so good!” Harry had no plans to do so. Over the next ten minutes he messaged, licked and sucked every inch of Susan's perfect breasts. Her breathing became increasingly laboured, and before long she was trembling with pleasure.

“She wasn't kidding. I'm pretty sure she's close to cumming from just having her breasts fondled. Hmm…I wonder.” Harry swapped nipple again, before focusing on the image of a snake and hissing, vibrating his tongue directly into her sensitive nub. Susan reacted immediately.

“Oh my fucking God! Yes yes yes yes!” She pushed Harry's head deeper into her breast, his face squishing in the soft flesh. Breathing became harder, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Reaching up to her other breast with his s free hand, he grasped her other nipple, then pinched it!

Susan devolved into guttural grunts, before shaking in obvious orgasm. If the keening wail wasn't indication enough, then the wet patch spreading in the crotch of her dungaree certainly was.

After what felt like several minutes, Susan's orgasm faded, and her legs finally gave out from under her. Luckily, Harry had the reflexes and presence of mind to cast a quick cushioning charm and save her knees a nasty bash.

As Susan kneeled in front of him, head on his knees and recovering from her orgasm, Harry threaded his hand through her slightly sweaty hair. “You weren't kidding when you said they were sensitive, huh?”

Susan looked up at him with a content grin. “It's both a blessing and a curse. Great fun…until I come in the middle of class due to wearing the wrong outfit. Damn uniform…” Harry's eyes glazed over, as he imagined Susan doing just that…before he was distracted by the feeling of his belt buckle being undone. 

“Oh, are you good to go?” he asked. Susan looked up at him with hooded eyes. “I'm not willing to fuck you here…I want a bed for that, thank you. But, there's other ways I can return the favour…”

She fished out his cock, which sprang to attention in front of her. She looked at it in shock, before giggling. “Finally, a challenge for these girls” she laughed, before raising herself up slightly. Grabbing a tit in each hand, Harry watched in surprise as she separated them slightly. She then slid his cock in the middle, and slapped her tits back together around it.

“Ooh man…that's a new feeling” Harry marveled, watching as his impressive length nearly disappeared between a valley of flesh.

“Dear Lord, you're huge. I've never not managed to hide a guy before…well, only one thing for it!” Susan then leaned forwards and engulfed the remaining length in her mouth.

Harry leaned back and focused on trying but to cum too soon. The unique combination of soft, warm tit flesh and wet, even warmer mouth with a very active tongue licking his crown was making the task very difficult.

“You're doing great Sue…just like that. I'll cum soon though…” Susan released his head, but continued to rub her breasts, now slick with her saliva, along his length. “Mmmm, want to cum on my tits, Harry? I hear it's good for them…makes them bigger, so people say” she joked with a wink.

Harry chuckled, but then frowned. “Are you sure? I…er…cum quite a lot, it seems.” Susan's only response was to roll her eyes, before opening her mouth and increasing the speed she was moving her tits. She did not suck him again, however, simply holding herself there ready to receive his load.

Harry couldn't take the image for long. “Fine then…here it…comes!” He bucked back and let his orgasm wash over him. The first large load missed Susan's mouth entirely, hitting her in the cheek and covering it and one eye in a thick glaze. She refused to flinch however, and the next load landed in her mouth once she had aimed him properly. The next couple of spurts came out with less force, landing upon her breasts to cover a good amount of her cleavage.

Once he was finally finished, he slumped back and admired his work. Susan was looking a little shocked, raising a hand to her face to gather a dollop of his cum from out of her eye, allowing her to open it once more.

“Holy…you weren't kidding. That was like, five guys worth…a one man goddamn bukkake.” She raised the hand to her mouth, before licking it off. “Mmmm, not bad. Though I don't think I will want to clean off ALL of this. Got to save space for the welcome feast, right?”

Harry snorted, but helped out with Susan's conundrum by way of scourgifying the remains of his pleasure with a wave of his wand. Hopping back up to her feet, she then proceeded to stuff her huge mammaries back into the front of her dungaree. A task that appeared to be something of a struggle.

He was so distracted by the sight, that he failed to offer assistance. Though Susan seemed to be amused, based off of the smile she sported as she finally clipped her straps back in place. “Right. That was fun! Do it again sometime?” She asked as she tried to smooth her hair down from it's ruffled state. Harry recovered from his stupor, “Yes. Definitely. We'll get you that bed next time, perhaps”.

Susan winked. “Better keep that promise.” She then undid the charms on the door, and stepped back in surprise. On the other side was Hermione, midway through knocking on the door with a confused look on her face.

Susan quickly finished undoing the charms and opening the door. “Oh, sorry Hermione! We wouldn't have heard you knocking!”

Hermione cast a glance over Susan, taking in her mussed up hair and clothes. “I hope I wasn't interrupting something? Luna only said Harry was in here…” Susan shook her head quickly. “No, I was just letting Harry know something from my Aunt. Well, I better go and get changed into my uniform, we can't be far from Hogsmeade now.”

Susan then slid past Hermione, said goodbye to Harry one last time, and headed off down the hallway.

Hermione entered and sat opposite Harry. Having chosen to wear the dress he had bought her from Frivolous today, it revealed large swathes of her legs doing so. “So…bagged Susan now too, have you?” Hermione teased.

Harry rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. “Er…something like that. Look, Hermione. Can we talk about…us?” She raised a delicate eyebrow, showing that she was listening.

“It's just…I'm conscious that twice now you've been there when me and Ginny have been…intimate. And despite that, you and I haven't kissed so much as kissed. I just didn't want you to feel…”

He was interrupted by Hermione raising her hand to silence him. “Tell me, Harry. What was it that Ginny told you the first time in her bedroom?” Harry paused. “That you're a voyeur?” he answered hesitantly. Hermione nodded. “Exactly. While having you fuck me intrigues me…nothing turns me on more than watching other girls get their fun.”

Here, she reached into her own cleavage, before retracting her hand holding a length of parchment. Without a word, she turned it towards him. Leaning forward to it, his eyebrows raised as we read the sheet. It was a list. Specifically of names. At the top was Ginny, before moving through several that he recognised. Angelina, Parvati, Su Li, all we're on there. Towards the bottom, the names Luna Lovegood and “Veela Mascots?” were added.

Notably, the names of Ginny and Lavender had a line crossed through them. Raising her wand, Hermione pointed it at the list, purposefully crossing out the name “Susan” to match them.

“This, Harry, is my wishlist. Girls I want to see get fucked. I don't care how…though after recent events, I'd prefer it was with you. So tell me, Harry, will you help me?”

Harry swallowed. That…was quite the offer. “Er…I mean, I'd have to check with Ginny first?” Hermione just chuckled before replacing her list back into her cleavage. “Please Harry. We both know Ginny will be taking any opportunity to join you with any number of these girls.”

Harry couldn't argue with that, given what he'd seen of her so far. “How would you want to do this? I would, what? Call you before I get involved with any girls? That will be…inconvenient.”

Hermione just rolled her eyes with a shake of her head. “No, Harry. Don't do that. You just focus on the school year. Based on your recent changes…”, she ran her eyes up and down his figure, “I suspect the girls will be seeking you out. I'll just make sure I'm in the right place.”

She then spun her wand through her fingers delicately. “When you have the hobby I have…you get very good at staying hidden. And seeing through others' protections.”

Harry shook his head, still struggling to get his head around this version of Hermione. She was so similar, yet so different. “...so…Madam Rosmerta, huh?” he asked with a teasing grin. Hermione just grinned at him. “You think it's just the guys that fantasize about her? She's gorgeous, anyone can admit!” 

The two were still laughing when they were rejoined by Neville, Luna and a captured Trevor, who looked less than impressed. Ron rejoined a short while later, having just completed his Perfect rounds.

“You'll never guess who made the Slytherin Prefect’s” he said, with a smile that Harry wasn't expecting. “Well, I'm assuming not Draci, based on your good mood?”

Ron pointed at him “Right?! I was sure the greasy git would get it. But no, it was Blaise and Daphne. Ha, take that you blonde ponce!”

As Ron celebrated this news with copious amounts of sweets from the trolley, Harry contemplated this. “That explains why I saw Draco in the compartment earlier. He would have been in the meeting too had he been a Prefect.” He looked around at the group, laughing and exchanging Bertie Bott’s Beans.

He caught Luna staring at him again, looking more like she was looking past him than at him. Her slow nod confirmed she was not, however.

“Whatever the changes…I will be ready for it. And if I need to tell my friends about my situation to keep them safe, so be it.”