Dudley, Luna and Petunia arrived home early on Sunday Evening. Dudley checked on Tunie's home work, saw she got something to drink and got her ready f...r bed, while Luna went into her office to prepare a report for the minister for magic and for the Muggle prime minister. By the time Dudley came downstairs from reading Petunia's bed time story and getting her ready for sleep, Luna was in the process of sending an owl to the minister for magic and she had phoned for an appointment with the prime. And Mark was not here to help her, being away at his political convention with her parents. She was all alone here at the house, out in the middle of their peacefully, private thousands of acres. No one would know but her, no one would see.Walking to the bed, she dropped back on the sheets, parted and raised her knees, and let her middle finger slither down through her wet feminine furrow to the aching, fire-filled nubbin of her clitoris. Her hand was educated enough to know exactly what to do.. "I can't - it's not my spell on him."Natalie frowned. "I can't detect my own spell on him - I thought you had done it."Kevin scowled deeply. "No, remember you changed him." Kevin concentrated, then waved his hands a bit. "Funny, I can't detect any magic on him." Kevin rose from his chair and walked around, looking intently at Gary. "Does he look any different to you?" he asked finally.Natalie had joined him, circling Gary like vultures, studying the former male intern from head to foot. . “Okay, okay. Fine.” I shrugged, sitting at the far end of the couch. I reached for the remote control to the television. Flipping through, I found a movie. Endless moments of silence passed. “You’re a dick.” Miracle said simply, staring at me. I chuckled slightly. “I know.” She shook her head, and averted her eyes back to the television. I sighed, barely audibly, feeling a small twinge of guilt and slid next to her. “I really wouldn’t have left you out there, alone. I may be an asshole. And I.