Dueling Hearts Ch. 19 (Patreon)

Harry smoothed down his shirt for what might have been the tenth time. He didn't think he'd actually be feeling nervous, but here he was.

“How do I look?” Daphne asked, looking equally as jittery as he felt.

Harry smiled, eying his girlfriend from head to toe. “You look breathtaking.”

And she did. Daphne was wearing a light blue sundress that did nothing but accentuate her beauty. She was wearing a pair of white trainers with little fairies flying around on them, one of Su Li's custom jobs.

Daphne blushed, and Harry felt a swell of emotion knowing he could still rouse this type of reaction out of his girlfriend. “You don't look too shabby yourself.”

Harry was wearing a black shirt with his jeans along with the same white trainers he'd used for his date with Daphne. On his left arm, he was carrying an entire treacle tart, fresh from the kitchens.

In a very big sense, this was like a first date. A first between four people that had all been fucking each other. Well, except for Daphne and Bella.

“Well, it's almost seven,” Harry let out a small breath.

Daphne shifted her feet. She held her hand out and Harry grasped it, squeezing it tightly.

“No time like the present.”

Harry gave Daphne's hand one final squeeze before he knocked on the door to his mother's quarters. It was really surreal, considering how used he was to just barging after saying the password.

Harry had barely finished knocking when the door swung open.

“You made it! Come in, come in.” Lily said from the door. Harry and Daphne gulped as they got an eyeful of the older redhead.

Harry and Daphne had gone for casual date attire. Lily had gone the opposite way.

Harry's mother was wearing a very revealing black dress, crafted from a whisper-thin material that traced the contours of her body with an almost intimate touch. There seemed to be a lot of missing fabric, with slits and lines criss crossing down her creamy legs and taut stomach. There was a large gap at her sides, and the entire thing was so skin-tight that they could clearly see Lily's perky nipples pressing against the black fabric.

Harry gulped, and he was sure Daphne had done the same.

“I-I brought some treacle tart.” Harry said, holding out the pie.

Lily took it with a gracious smile. “Oh, wonderful! It'll make for a great dessert!”

Harry and Daphne had both seen Lily naked, they were intimately familiar with every inch of her body. And yet, the sight of her in this dress left them almost speechless.

“You two look nice.” Bella walked into view, having just exited Lily's bedroom.

Daphne's jaw dropped completely.

Lily was layered up like an eskimo in comparison to Bellatrix. What she was wearing really couldn't be called a dress, it was more like a collection of strips of white fabric that covered strategic parts. There was a single thin strip hugging her pubic mound, just barely able to cover her lips fully. There were two strings running down her shoulders that managed to hang over her nipples, but they did nothing to hide her large chest.

Bellatrix walked towards them, and it was only through magic that her breasts didn't just immediately pop out of the fabric that was covering them.

Harry was pulled into a hug by Lily, and he found that his arms naturally found themselves around her waist. His mum easily melted into his embrace, with her hot body pressing against his own.

Bella made for Daphne, and the blonde's face turned an interesting shade of puce as the older witch ‘accidentally’ pulled Daphne's head right in between her breasts.

The young couple were under assault by the two sexy older witches, and Harry feared that their resolve would quickly crumble, and they would easily be conquered by their sexy mature bodies.

Then he remembered that being conquered by their sexy mature bodies was exactly what they'd come here to do. Harry made to kiss his mum on the neck, but Lily suddenly pulled back, with Bella doing the same from Daphne.

“Come on now, let's have a seat.” Lily said as she gestured towards the spot where her desk usually stood, which had now been replaced by a small square table with four glasses, a bottle of wine and a wireless.

“Umm, sure. You wanted us to listen to a program, right?” Harry asked dazedly.

Harry and Daphne ended up across from each other, with Bella to Harry's left and Lily to his right. Lily quickly grabbed the wine bottle and popped the cork, pouring them each a glass.

“Lily, I thought students weren't supposed to drink in school?” Daphne asked, remembering the time she'd first told her about her and Harry dating.

Bella placed her hand over Daphne's left, “We won't tell if you don't.”

Harry swallowed as he took the glass from his mother. He'd had a few drinks before, usually snuck to him by either Sirius or Nym at family gatherings. He knew wine was on the softer side, so he felt no fear as he took a small swig of the blood red liquid.

Almost immediately, his eyes watered as the drink proved far stronger than he'd thought. He started coughing, barely managing to swallow his mouthful of wine without spilling it all over himself.

Daphne, having never had alcohol before, fared none the better, and Bella and Lily both giggled as the teens struggled to down their gulps.

“Oh, come on now, it's just wine.” Bella cooed as she took a sip of her own glass.

And immediately spat out most of the wine as she started coughing profusely.

“The fuck was that?! I thought wine was supposed to be light? That tasted like broom polish.”

All eyes went to Lily, who's eyes darted between the other three as she finished downing her glass, the entire thing tipped over as she poured it down her throat with no issue.

She smacked her lips as she pulled the glass back. “It's uh… an acquired taste, just give it another shot.” As she spoke, she was already serving herself another round.

Daphne, Harry and Bella shared nervous glances as they began to very slowly sip on their wine.

Lily had the wherewithal to slow down her own drinking as the other three went through their first glasses at a snail's pace.

“So, the program?” Daphne brought up after a long stretch of silence.

Bella glanced at the clock on the wall, which showed it was five minutes past the hour. “It starts on the half, we figured we could talk for a bit.”

Harry took another sip of his wine, and found that while it still felt as if it was rapidly burning its way through his nervous system, it was slightly more palatable.

Daphne was approaching things another way, tipping her glass at an angle and lapping at the wine with her tongue as if she were a dog.

Daphne had once told him she thought she might have some sort of mental condition, and if she did, it was the cutest mental condition on earth.

Lily searched for some sort of topic to break through the slightly awkward silence, “So, have you two finished those essays on dynamic applications of the cheering charm? It's due tomorrow, you know.”

Bellatrix looked like she wanted to face palm, “Lily, I doubt they want to discuss their classes with us.”

Harry snorted. “Well, unless you bring up history, then Daphne can go on for hours.”

Daphne glared at her boyfriend. “It's not my fault you can't see how much of a brilliant man Professor Binns is.”

Bellatrix's eyes lit up. “Morgana! I thought I was the only one.” She now looked at Daphne with genuine enthusiasm. “He truly knows how to bring history to life, doesn't he?”

Daphne nodded enthusiastically while Harry and Lily shared raised eyebrows.

“Did you spike this wine, Bellatrix? I was always very academically oriented, and even I couldn't survive one of Binns’ lectures.”

“First of all, this wine doesn't need to be spiked-” Bellatrix began, before an inflamed looking Daphne cut her off.

“Professor Binns keeps a steady voice to not introduce any bias into the material! He presents you with the facts, and lets you come to your own conclusions!”

Bella nodded along. “I remember going up to him after class with so many questions, and he wouldn't answer a single one! Sometimes, I'd think he didn't even realize I was there!”

Daphne smiled. “But that's not true, he wants you to dig deeper, and answer your own questions!”

Harry and Lily were now openly gaping.

“Do you guys have a crush on him?” Harry asked incredulously.

Bella and Daphne rolled their eyes. Bella took a small sip of her wine, slowly finding it more palatable.

“Professor Binns is like a wise old kung-fu master, Harry. He's like a grandpa, you have nothing to worry about.” Daphne assured him. “Though if you start talking about fifteenth century tax rebellions in a monotone voice, I might jump your bones right here in front of Lily and Bella.”

That jolted the older women, with Bellatrix sputtering and spilling some of her wine onto her ‘dress’, leaving a deep stain on the strip over her breasts.

Harry thought this would be it, he could see Bella's nipple as it was being soaked by the wine. The stain was growing as rivulets of red liquid ran down the valley between Bella's large tits.

He locked eyes with Daphne and they both shared an imperceptible nod. It was time to make a move.

“Oh dear, the program is about to come on!” Lily exclaimed.

She and Bellatrix shared their own look. Harry wanted to yell at them that they didn't have to go through whatever stupid shit they had planned, but the older women moved fast, determined to stick to their script.

Bella hadn't meant to spill the wine on herself, but it turned out to be very fortuitous, since it made this next part more believable.

“I need to go clean up, can I use your bathroom, Lily?”

Lily nodded as she tweaked with the knobs on the wireless.

Daphne's eyes had been locked onto Bella's tits from the moment she'd spilled the wine, and she blatantly followed them as the dark haired witch stood up and made her way over to Lily's room.

Lily found the station just as Bella closed the door. She turned the volume all the way up as a program that Harry was intimately familiar with came on.

Harry couldn't help himself. He audibly groaned as his forehead met the table.

“What's up, pups and puppetes! Welcome to another edition of “Up to No Good!”, the only program where you can get your weekly dose of pranks, relationship advice and hanging out with the lads! I'm your strapping, handsome alpha host, Padfoot!”

Daphne was staring at the wireless with an almost blank look on her face. Any ounce of hornyness had completely evaporated from her body as she listened to this very familiar program.

They should have known. A Monday evening program on the wireless? Really, Lily telling Harry to come at seven instead of seven thirty is what threw them off. Harry cursed his mother and her wily ways.

“With me as always, we have my mysterious sigma co-host, Moony!”

“Evening everyone.” Remus’ voice filtered into the room.

“And last and least, everyone's favorite thirty-four year old beta virgin, Wormtail!”

“Heh, heh, good one, Padfoot.” Came Peter's frail sounding voice.

Daphne looked at Lily, who was completely engrossed in the program.

“It's uh… been a few years since I've heard this show.”

It had been a few years since any of them had heard this show. When Sirius had first announced that he’d gotten the band back together and that the Marauders would be hosting a weekly show on the wireless, everyone had been over the moon for them.

Sirius had said that they would start small, but that hopefully, in a few years, he’d be able to quit his day job as a hit-wizard and just do the program full time. Remus had been a bit more cautious about things, and Peter… well, Peter had just gone along with whatever Sirius said.

Lily and Andromeda had organized a listening party for the first ever broadcast of “Up to no good!”. They’d been able to stomach about fifteen minutes of the show before someone, Harry still couldn’t remember if it had been Mrs. Malfoy or his mum, had sent a blasting curse at the wireless, and then everyone had sat around awkwardly before deciding to just have a normal get together.

The show was basically three middle aged men trying to relive their glory days, with Sirius constantly talking about how much of an alpha he was, giving highly misogynistic dating advice, telling raunchy stories about the women he’d bedded and ragging on Peter.

Remus mostly remained quiet, being dubbed ‘Our mysterious sigma wolf.’ by Sirius.

The only reason the show was still running after three years was because Sirius was shagging the rich lady that owned the station, and they’d been shoved off to the least desirable evening time-slot. The show had close to no listeners, but that didn’t stop Sirius from believing that he was one show away from making it big.

“Before we start off, lets pour out a butterbeer for our missing member, Prongs! Your pack will always have your back, brother!”

Harry and Lily actually began to tear up at the sentiment.

“Now! Lets get on with the fucking show!”

“Sirius, we can’t swear! We’re going to get pulled!”

And just like that, their teary eyes dried up.

“It's Padfoot, Moony, Remember! Anyways, Wormtail, why don’t you introduce tonight’s guest to everyone?”

“O-Of course, Pads! Tonight’s guest is the author of many of our favorite Knockturn Romances. I know that for me, her books have helped me through many lonely nights.”

“Believe me, that's a lot of lonely nights!”

“Please welcome, best selling author, magical researcher and the owner of her own lingerie line, Myrtle Warren!”

Harry had to hold back a laugh. So this was Lily and Bella’s master plan, to listen to his godfather interview a famous smut-writer and proponent of covens.

“So, I heard they used to call you ‘Moaning Myrtle’ back in your Hogwarts days, what’s the story behind that?”

An elderly voice giggled raspily, “Oh my, you’ve really done your research! And may I say, the three of you are quite handsome.”

“Even me?”

“Peter, don’t derail the interview.” Remus warned.

“Anyways, I think you can more or less figure that one out. I was practically one of the school brooms! I set up shop on the second floor girl’s bathroom, and well… the nickname took off very quickly.”

Harry and Daphne soon felt the urge to throw up as Ms. Warren went into graphic detail about the trains she’d let students run on her back in school and other assorted escapades.

“Damn, was there anyone you didn’t shag?” Sirius asked.

“Really, the only boy from my school days I never could entice was Tom Riddle, the famous dueling champion. I swear, that man must have been asexual!”

“Padfoot, we’ve got a floo call.” Remus cut in.

“Wow! Can you believe that, folks? After three years, we’ve finally got our first floo call! Who's this?”

“Who’s this? That’s how you address your caller? Merlin, no wonder no one listens to this crap.”

“Who the hell are you? I’ll have you know my godson listens to me religiously, he told me so himself!”

Harry cringed as Lily and Daphne glanced at him.

“Whatever. Ms. Warren, you’ve written extensively about one wizard having multiple female partners, haven’t you?”

“Of course! There is no higher expression of love than a witch loving her wizard, and bringing in other witches to love him too.” The old lady sighed, “Unfortunately, our modern society seems to frown upon such things. It really makes you wonder why they feel so threatened that-”

The caller, who was clearly Bellatrix, cut her off. “Miss Myrtle, in your expert opinion, what do you think about open relationships in comparison to a proper coven or harem?”

“Oh, well, there is no comparison! Open relationships are for weak men! Witches should ever only be with one wizard!”

“Didn't you just say you got passed around like a quaffle?” Sirius asked rather crassly

“I didn't know any better! I only discovered the secret of covens in my older years, and by then, it was too late! Really, I believe it would be best if I read you a passage from my most recent research article, to illust-”

Harry and Daphne had had enough. Daphne turned the wireless off while Harry stood from the table and rounded on Lily.

“Harry! Daphne! What are you doing?! You need to listen to this! You need to-”

“Mum, we made the open relationship thing up.” Harry said bluntly.

Lily’s mouth fell open. “What?”

“We made it up because we needed time so that you and Bellatrix could settle your differences.” Daphne explained. “Now that you guys are clearly shagging, there’s no need for any of this secrecy. We want to start a coven with you guys.”

“B-B-but… you can’t start a coven with us, we’re supposed to start a coven with you!” Lily exclaimed.

Harry brow furrowed, “There’s a difference?”

Daphne was done with the talking, she grabbed Lily by the arm, and Harry quickly mirrored her as the two dragged the milf over to the bedroom.

“W-Wait! But, we had this whole thing planned!”

Harry spun his mother around, grabbing her face and forcefully pulling her into a rough kiss. Daphne pulled Lily's hair back before burying her face in her neck, taking a deep whiff of Lily's flowery scent before clamping her lips on her exposed neck, sucking deep from her sweet flesh.

Harry's hand shot down to his mother's crotch. It was very easy to pull aside her barely-there dress and plunge a finger into her cunt. Daphne, who'd been just a second behind him in doing the same thing, collected some of Lily's juices with her pointer finger before retreating.

Lily gasped breathlessly as Daphne tore the bottom off her dress, giving her enough space to insert her lubricated finger into the mature redhead's backdoor.

“N-No!” Lily panted, her eyes closed and her mouth open as her son sucked on her bottom lip. The fingers in her cunt and ass were driving her wild, and Harry's other hand had reached up to grope at one of her perky breasts. One insistent tug was all it took to further tear at her (expensive) dress.

Lily moaned as Daphne licked behind her ear. Her two lover's fingers, her son's hands on her breasts, which were soon joined by Daphne's own, it was all driving her mad.

“FOR MERLIN'S SAKE, YOU STUPID MUTT! LET THE WOMAN TALK!”

Bellatrix's shriek from the other room was enough to snap Lily out of her sexual daze, though only for a few moments. Harry pushed another digit into her honeypot and Daphne sped up her finger's movements in her ass, and once again, Lily Potter was nothing but their sex puppet.

“I think its time we finish this.” Daphne whispered throatily towards her boyfriend.

Harry licked his lip, already bruised from his passionate snog with his mother, and nodded.

Harry tossed his mother over his shoulder, her bare ass and pussy facing back, providing a tantalizing sight for Daphne as Harry carried her along to the room.

“W-We were supposed to coven you… you… you weren't supposed to coven us…” Lily was mumbling incoherently. Harry wondered whether his mum had drunk more of that wine while they'd been listening to the program.

Lily's mumbling turned into moans. Daphne couldn't help herself, she buried her face right in Lily's pussy while Harry carried the redhead to the room.

The trio managed to keep this bizarre conga line the few feet to the door, which Harry managed to throw open with a hint of wandless magic. It was incredible what one could achieve when they had two MILFs to fuck.

Bellatrix was kneeling in front of the fireplace, yelling animatedly into the green flames as Sirius hurled insults back from the other side. When she heard the door slam open, her head snapped over towards them, her wild eyes going even crazier when she saw the three of them, with Lily moaning wildly on Harry’s shoulders as Daphne ravaged her cunt from behind.

Bella instantly cut off the floo call. “What the hell happened?”

“I-Its over Bella, they have the high ground.” Lily said between gasps and moans.

“No!” Bellatrix hissed, “We were supposed to seduce you!”

Harry rolled his eyes. There really must have been something in that wine.

Or perhaps, he was simply attracted to women that were at least a little bit unhinged. It was a theory that grew in validity the more he considered it.

Not that he considered it for long. Daphne pulled back from Lily’s pussy, her face completely drenched in her slick juices as Harry tossed his mother onto the bed. Daphne stomped over to a still gaping Bellatrix, who only reacted when the blonde grabbed onto the straps running down her chest, using them to pull the older woman towards her and into a sloppy kiss.

A part of Bella really wanted to stop these proceedings. She and Lily had come up with a perfectly good plan that would have culminated in them using their womanly wiles to leave Harry and Daphne absolutely rocked.

A much bigger part of her embraced the absolute chaos and debauchery of the moment. Her hands groped all over Daphne’s body, squeezing her ass, nails scraping up the side of her thigh, the works. The older witch broke their kiss only to shove her tits onto the girl’s face once more. The blonde tugged Bella’s dress aside with her teeth, opening her mouth as wide as it would go as she not so much sucked Bellatrix’s breast into her mouth as much as she tried to swallow it whole.

Lily’s dress finally became functional, as Harry grabbed onto two strings of fabric while he lined his cock up with his mother’s juicy pussy. On hands and knees, Lily glanced over her shoulder, shooting her son a look that was somehow both sultry and completely innocent.

Harry pulled back on his impromptu reins, pushing his hips forward and driving his aching cock deep into his mother’s waiting pussy.

“Oh fuck!” Lily echoed Harry’s own thoughts. There was something special about the woman that had given birth to him, something special about the sexy redhead that sometimes resembled a seventh year more than a teacher. Harry savored the feeling of having himself sheathed inside his mother’s warm embrace, a feeling that never got old, no matter how many times he did it.

Just as he moved his hips back to begin fucking her properly, Daphne and Bella spun out and collapsed into the bed next to them. His girlfriend was completely latched onto Bellatrix’s breast, while Bella had somehow managed to shove all five of her fingers up to the second knuckle into Daphne’s cunt.

Daphne’s pussy was being stretched to its limit by Bella’s fingers, which writhed like serpents around her silky walls. It was another sexy sight amongst many that drove Harry to start pounding into his mother’s pussy,

The sound of slapping flesh mixed in with moans from all four of them as they lost themselves in their madness. Bellatrix was staring directly at Harry as he fucked Lily into the bed. In a moment of inspiration, Bella managed to snap her fingers inside of Daphne’s pussy, sending a spark of pleasure running up the blonde’s body while at the same time incurring in the second bout of wandless magic of the evening.

The torn off pieces from the dress that Harry had been using for purchase somehow lengthened, riding up what was left of Lily’s dress until they reached her collarbone, where they suddenly snapped taut around her neck.

Lily’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her hands went to grab at the cloth around her neck. After a moment of surprise, Harry continued fucking her in earnest, and Lily found that while she was rapidly losing oxygen, she was also rapidly approaching one of the most powerful orgasms of her life.

Bellatrix was lost in the pure chaos of it all. The four of them, in this room, had turned into the personification of lust. There was magic swirling all around them, Bella could feel it thick in the air. They were a whirlwind, a tornado of passion and wanton pleasure, a tidal wave of depravity. They were Aphrodite herself.

Those were the kinds of thoughts that ran through her head as she witnessed the exact moment Lily shuddered in orgasm, her body collapsing onto the bed as Harry finally let go of the bonds around her neck. Lily’s face hit the mattress head on as Harry slammed his hips against her ass one last time, burying his cock as deep into her cunt as it could go while Lily’s pussy quivered desperately around him.

Bella was so distracted by this beautiful sight, she missed the fact that her hand was no longer inside a teenaged pussy. She was brought back to reality when a young cunt slapped her in the face.

Daphne had maneuvered herself into a sixty-nine position, and she instantly went to work licking at Bella’s pussy. Bellatrix caught on quickly, wrapping her arms around Daphne’s ass and lapping away at her sweet treasure.

Harry took a moment to just watch as the two witches pleasured each other, with Daphne adding her fingers into Bella’s pussy while she sucked her clit into her mouth.

Lily’s pussy was still pulsating around him, even though his mother had completely passed out onto the bed. Harry slowly unsheathed himself from her, letting his mother’s body fully slide down as he shuffled just a few steps to the left.

Daphne was like a woman possessed as she tongued down Bellatrix’s clit. Suddenly, she felt something hard against her cheek. She looked up to see her boyfriend’s cock staring her right between the eyes.

Daphne giggled, a delirious giggle that was abruptly cut short by a moan as Bella mirrored her own movements, taking Daphne’s clit into her mouth.

Daphne looked up lovingly at her boyfriend as she gave his cock a few quick sucks before she grasped it firmly, aiming it down at Bella’s entrance.

Harry pushed in, and Daphne returned to her worship of the curly haired woman’s clit as Harry began pumping into her.

None of them were sure if they were synchronized or not, they just knew they were a single creature of pleasure and ecstasy as Harry fucked, Daphne sucked and Bella licked. They were in a careful equilibrium of pleasure, one trigger away from exploding and coming undone.

The still sleeping Lily rolled over. Her hand managed to slide under Daphne’s body and onto Bella’s chest, giving her tit a firm squeeze.

Bella came, she clamped down on Harry’s cock and redoubled her efforts on Daphne’s cunt as her own clit turned hypersensitive in the blonde’s mouth. Bella nursed on her clit like a nipple, and Daphne shuddered as she too came all over Bella’s face.

Finally, Harry had had enough. With a grunt, he shot his first spurt deep into Bella’s pussy before pulling out, aiming the rest into Daphne’s waiting mouth, partly spraying her face and Bella’s mound with his seed.

When the spectacle was finally over, Harry collapsed onto the bed. Bodies moved around, arms wrapped around each other, Harry had no clue who was where relative to whom. There were no thoughts of how the coven would work, no thoughts of the conversation they would need to have the next day or any type of logistical questions.

He was in complete bliss, slowly drifting off in a sea of supple female flesh.

…

“Gotta say, that might have been our best show yet!” Sirius told Remus with a grin.

Remus had long since learned to just leave his best friend to his delusions. “It was certainly eventful.”

“Yeah, that crazy bitch that called was a real piece of work.”

Remus blinked. “Sirius, you seriously didn't realize who that was?”

The shaggy haired man grinned, and Remus realized far too late that he'd only paid attention to a specific part of his sentence, the dumbest part. “Seriously Sirius!”

Remus flinched back, but he didn't dodge in time to miss the punch on his shoulder from his best friend.

Meanwhile, right outside the recording booth, Peter was grinning ear to ear as he walked away from the studio with a very wrinkly, but very willing elderly smut writer hanging off his arms.

…

“AUROR TONKS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING DALLYING ABOUT?!”

Tonks jumped out of her skin as Moody caught her right as she was exiting the broom closet.

“S-Sorry, sir! I thought I heard a noise in here.” She lied.

“And you spent the last thirty minutes investigating it?” The grizzled veteran auror asked with heavy suspicion, his magical eye whirring every which way.

“Y-Yes?” Tonks said tentatively. She tried her best to hide the portable wireless and earpiece she'd been using to listen to her favorite program.

Moody's posture slackened completely. “Oh, sounds reasonable. As you were, Auror Tonks.”

Tonks let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as Moody somehow didn't see through her bullshit.

“Alastor!” Dawlish came running in from one of the galleries.

They were supposed to be staking out a cat burglar that specialized in rare portraits. They were at the Diagon Alley Portrait Gallery, where some of the premiere portraits in all of Britain were located.

“What is it, Dawlish?”

“Someone stole the portrait of Circe! This could be an international incident, it was on loan from the Greek Ministry.” Dawlish glared directly at Tonks, “I wonder how the culprit managed to slip by us?”

Tonks grinned nervously. “I guess we'll never know.”

“Seems like it.” Moody said.

“Alastor! The rest of the squad managed to keep their places, it was only this one-” He pointed an accusing finger at Tonks, “That once again slacked off on the job. She's either supremely incompetent, or actively working with the burglar.”

Tonks was about to open her mouth to say it was the former and not the latter, before deciding against it.

“I don't want any infighting, Dawlish! There's no way of telling who let the burglar slip by, I guess we'll just have to ramp up drills for everyone to make up for it! Constant vigilance!”

Tonks sighed in relief. As they left the gallery, with Dawlish sputtering about how Moody was being blind, Nym felt a bit disappointed.

She listened to Sirius’ program religiously. This week, though, there wasn't a single piece of advice on how to pick up birds!

Still, the program had been interesting. Sirius and that weird lady caller had screamed at each other. And the topic of covens… it was something that Tonks hadn't thought of before, but it sounded interesting. Getting to shag multiple birds whenever you wanted! And a bloke too, though there weren't many of those that caught Tonks’ eye.

She was definitely going to be skiving off those drills tomorrow. She needed an easy day in her flat with the Weird Sisters’ latest album. Especially since tonight, she was going to be buried under mountains of boring paperwork.

Maybe she could daydream about a coven while she pretended to do her work. That sounded like a good way to close out her shift.