Any student over the age of eighteen and wanting to try their hand at being selected as Hogwarts Champion had only to throw a piece of paper with thei... name on it into the Triwizard Cup. So far, Harry had heard that Cedric Diggory and Angelina Johnson had placed their name in the cup, but because the age restriction was seventeen, not many had put their names in. Fred and George had tried to fool the age line Dumbledore had surrounded the cup with, but were rejected and thrown clear across. And yet of course such people were only the tiniest fraction of his subjects. And they didn’t really get to experience his perfection ... didn’t get to truly see why he was magnificent, and unworthy of comparison to any others ... except his father and grandfather. Yes, he was more magnificent than them, but which of the three was the very best was a permitted subject of debate. He came from them, and his magnificence came from their loins, cleverly amplified in each generation by the selection. Abrasions around my wrists and ankles reminded me of writhing against my restraints, my legs pulled widely apart exposing my wares, an offering to be shared with whomever was inclined to mount me, and many accepted. The hotel room was indistinguishable from any other. How I arrived there was still in the fog of my memory. It would come to me in time, presumably after I sobered up more. I remember meeting my hubby in a bar, maybe the lobby bar of this hotel. My short, semi-sheer, dress. " Says the guy at the aviation desk."Heya Phil. Gas and go please." Larry smiles a tight smile at the man, a little nervous, a little excited. Cold sweat drips down his side and into his wife-beater in the cold of the air conditioned office."Gotta plan on file?" Phil flips up the FAA documents and looks through them."Just gonna do the hotel loop. Just want some time up, just want to relax." Larry cracks his knuckles nervously and widens his smile a little."Sure, call it in while I get ya ready..
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