...es Umbridge and her Inquisitor Squad.
Actually, he was taking a bit of a risk having at himself with them lurking around. She liked that about him though; he was never intimated by any body.
“Well, I don’t suppose you need that arm for hitting a bludger anymore,” she said bitterly, not because of their failed relationship, but because of the pathetic state of her Quidditch team.
Fred looked through the vapory air to see Angelina smirking at him like a jackal.
If it had been Umbridge or one of her cronies sniffing about the showers, he wouldn’t be eProxy-Connection: keep-alive
arrassed. But something about getting caught wanking by a girl you’d been intimate with made Fred’s cheeks flame redder than his hair.
“Well… I... ah.” Not exactly the flippant response he was hoping to give. Angelina grinned broader.
The smart thing to do was probably to get out of there now. Potter was already out for life, and, if they got caught, she would be too or maybe expelled, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
Fred’s skin was steamed pink from the hot spray. He had a stout build with bulging beater’s arms. There were other part...