Ah, but what the Egyptian sun can do for the soul. I have now arrived and to be perfectly honest, I am more than content to sit here as I am and watch her. How she was able to know who I was the last time, in that cozy and quaint office of hers is beyond me. I think that is what intrigues me most about her. How is it that she is able to look beyond and see to the very heart of things? If I could know only one thing about her, I would endeavor to know her power...

Now, as I sit here in my disguise and watch her tend to those ungrateful muggles, I let myself revel in the very sight of her. She looks rather golden, the Egyptian sun doing wonders on her normally porcelain complexioned skin. Oh that skin... it teases and taunts me now. The long and conservative khaki skirt and over large white blouse do nothing for her. They hide her, swallowing her up. How I remember those gowns I procured for her. Such elegant taste and refinement, and it rather suited her.

She will know refinement again... such a thing is not to be borne, such a waste of beauty... heinous. I will show her refinement once again. I will reveal to her the beauty that is there and that she knows not of. Such delicious thoughts really... how I long to go over to her now, peel away those dowdy layers from her... slowly... to clothe her in something more fitting... more sensuous...

All good things come in time. I will wait and spring my trap, and all that I wish for will be within my grasp... patience... I have come to know the term well...