Harry Potter and the Thunderstruck Muggles(01) - Sahits

Another man, short-sleeved shirt open to the waist, showing sun-tanned muscles, at leastshapes like that. "Cho-puppy, when will you stop wasting your time with these boys, to meeta real man?"Cho was about to look around for a real man, but Harry had enough. "Is he important for yourbusiness, or can I teach him manners?""Claude? ... He isn't important for anyone - save your breath."Harry didn't want to save his breath, just the opposite. And his hands were free, not holding aglass.Claude hadn't taken well to Cho's remark, saw Harry as a welcome occassion to blast offsome steam. He walked a step back, taking something vaguely similar to an attack-defenseposition. It looked beautiful, and slow, altogether very funny.Staring at this performance, it dawned on Harry - this had to be an actor for the kung fucategory, used to movements slow enough the camera as well as the spectators could follow.Well - the audience here wouldn't be able to follow his own movements, would only havetime to watch the result.Cho's hand at his sleeve. "Leave it, Harry - it's not worth the hassle.""No - and it won't take long." He looked at this Claude, saw him making senseless movementswith his arms.A voice behind him. "I won't do it ... Since Claude has dropped doing movies, he sues people- he's just waiting to be touched, then you'll face a lawsuit of two millions."Harry turned. A calm face, possibly Chinese, a warning glance in the eyes, and an aura inHarry's haragei which told him this man meant well."Suing? ... Well, then ..."Remembering what he had trained hour after hour in the recent days, Harry fell into the kokyusuru, just long enough to make Claude the clown duck a bit lower. With his next movement,almost from the stand, Harry was up, his legs ahead - missing Claude completely, passingover the man's shoulders, turning in the air, coming to a stand in perfect balance.Claude wheeled around, eyes popping.Harry smiled. "You blocked my way to the bar, you - man."Turning, he took a fresh glass from the table, all his senses on alert - although, this litigationexpert knew better than to appear at the wrong side of a filed complaint.Sneering laughter around, and admiring glances from the women. Gerry's dress lookedimpeccable, showing perfect cut now as during that moment through the air.Claude mustered some grin, and something like a bow, and went for his own glass somewhereelse.32