Francis gave him a cordial one. ‘The clinic is running late,’ Francis reported. ‘We’re treating you to lunch. They should be ready for us when...we get back.’ ‘There’s no such thing …’ Benjamin began. Patrick silenced the protest by placing a finger on Benjamin’s lips. ‘Then we’re taking you out for a late breakfast. There’s precedent for that.’ Patrick’s finger lingered just long enough to make Benjamin’s heart pound harder. Benjamin remembered the wonderful breakfast he shared with Patrick on. Weasley looked like a man subjected to a Dementor's kiss, except for the silent tears rolling down his face.Harry and Ron were outside with Fred and George, trying to find chores they could usefully do. Anything was better than being shut up inside the house. Almost in mockery of the family's feelings, it was shaping up to be a beautiful day. On any other day like this, Mr. Weasley would be at work, Mrs. Weasley would be bustling about the house, and the children, if not school, would be. “Whatever you do right now, don’t say her name.” She sat up slightly and kissed him.His hand had found her inner thigh, stroking gently back and forth.Heather parted her legs. She gazed up at him and giggled. “Spreadable things…” she whispered breathlessly as his hand moved higher.The comment urged him on once more. He slid two fingers under the lining of her panties and tugged. Heather felt them slide down around her thighs… her calves... her ankles... her toes.Jared positioned himself above. Small, cute vagina with thick hairy bush. A loner, struggled with depression in high school due to high expectations from an overbearing mother and racism for being the only Asian girl in her town. She has a trail of scars down her left arm and thighs to prove it… No boy has ever even seen her in underwear. Math prodigy. Can’t swim and terrified of water.(lots of ‘stuff’ will happen to her in her new school, high school will become a fond memory)Lucy Is super religious. Never missed a day of.