"Meow meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow. Meow meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow."“Shut up, Neville!”“Meow,” was the laughing response. He...was going to kill somebody, he didn’t know who yet, but somebody was going to die.Ron entered the Great Hall with the rest of the fourth year Gryffindor boys behind him, they were meowing to the tune to some TV commercial Dean had taught them. It was the same tune Neville had been singing in the shower. "Ron," Hermione asked as he sat down next to her. Before I went down to the pub to meet up Kerry and I did some prep work. Her pussy, shaved and checked close up for stragglers, I enjoyed that. Her arse cleaned, inside and out. She wasn't too happy about that one but it had to be done.Her hair tied back behind her. Didn't want it to get in the way. Her clothes, what little there was of them. Cheap white knickers; if they got ripped, so what? Stockings the same. Her bra, again cheap and with the straps loose so her ample tits could easily be. As she left I turned to give my full attention to the young lady, who had been sitting by the piano player, but she was gone. I sat there in reflection for some time; in fact I was concerned my wife’s coffee was going to be cold. The music was nice though, I could see us coming back to this little hideaway quite often. All this thought went right out the window when my wife returned, smiling and wearing the silver dress. I was speechless. “Well you seemed to like this dress, and I noticed when. Rob was saving his money so in a year’s time he could wed Bridey Murphy – the intrusive thought butted into my mind, but again vanished before I could examine it more closely – and any extra guineas were welcome to us both.Next morning we set out for London.“We can stay at Queen Street tonight, Rob, and in the morning appraise Stafford and Colonel Slade of our findings. I am looking forward to spending the night with Caroline. It seems months since...” I stopped abruptly when I remembered I had.