Professor Dumbledore asked her whether it was safe to move the woman who attacked me, and Madam Pomfrey said that she was dead!"Mrs. Weasley gasped in...horror. Fred and George applauded, and Hermione and Ginny wore looks of grim satisfaction. Bill looked at Imogen with respect now - the girl had handled herself rather well for someone who only a few months earlier knew no magic at all."So who was the woman?" asked Harry. "What death eater could possibly have gotten past Hogwart's defences?". " So how often do you go to shows?"And we chatted and talked the rest of the way to Fairfax and compared shows, and tried to remember the sequence of songs so she could write down a set list to mail to her sister, who was also a Deadhead, and talked about the band, great shows we'd seen, smoked some bud in a little brass pipe she had, and had a pretty good drive home.Climbing the hill to our house in the van was the signal to start breaking it up in the back, and by the time I parked the Whale,. .. hang on." Caerys tensed a little, barely visible in the dim, reflected street-lighting coming through the back bedroom and into the hallway. Muttering something under her breath, she reached a hand out, and a small, blue glow appeared in her palm, lighting up her grin from beneath."What... is it getting easier?" The magic?" Caerys tossed the glow gently into the air where it circled Christophe's head, slowly. "Some of it. I think I'm finding where my talents lie, slowly." Behind them, from. I heard a small chuckle. That same finger slipped down and traced my lips, spread them and circled around my entrance. ‘Wet lady. Nice and ready for Angie.’ However ready I may have been she was not. More teasing movements of her finger, circling then probing gently into my arse. Just a knuckle depth but enough to tell me she would take what she wanted when she wanted it. Fine with me. I was surprised when she stopped again and this time she tied her tie around my eyes, whispering that I should.