The Magical Duma

The Potions Master startled out of his deep slumber, his onyx eyes struggling to focus on the darkness around him. Whatever pleasant dream he had been submerged in dissolved from his consciousness like a wisp of smoke, and as he struggled for a few seconds to retain even the tiniest scrap of it, it became immediately evident why he had been disturbed. The young, beautiful witch that lay beside him in bed was asleep, but she seemed far from peaceful. She was muttering something, and her porcelain face was scrunched up as though she was in anguish. The mere sight of her in this state pained him. He wanted nothing more than serenity for her, and lately, the nights were offering her nothing but torment.

He reached out to touch her, placing a long-fingered hand on her arm as she turned onto her side. "Cassie." His voice was hushed as he spoke. She let out a pained murmur, her eyes still shut tight as she shook her head back and forth.

"Cassie, my love," Severus tried again, this time louder, "You are having a bad dream, let me give you a potion - "

Without warning, the young witch sat up straight, her blue eyes wide as her consciousness returned to her. A Parseltongue phrase left her mouth in a flurry of hisses as the last seconds of her nightmare played out in her mind. Severus, however, was momentarily focused on the fact that when she had awoken, every single book in the room had flown from the shelves and hit the floor. He resisted the urge to climb out of bed to tend to them.

"Sev," Cassie said, sounding as puzzled as she looked, "You lit the fireplace?"

Glancing at her, he replied, "You did before you were fully awake. Lit all of the candles as well." He gestured to the tiny dancing flame on his bedside table.

She noticed his precious texts all over the room and groaned. "Oh, I'm so sorry Sev - "

"What were you dreaming about?" he asked her, giving in to his compulsion to put the strewn books back in their rightful places. Cassie shook her head slowly as his bare feet left the bed.

"I'm not sure, it's all hazy at the moment."

"You must take a Dreamless Sleep Potion tonight. You are not getting adequate rest in this manner." He was crouched down by a pile of his most over-used Dark Arts references. With a fluid wave of his wand, they slowly floated up to the shelf they were catapulted from. Before Cassie could retort, he added, "And I will not listen to your protests."

"Yes, sir," she said, a breathy giggle leaving her lips as she padded over to Severus's apothecary chest. She intended to retrieve one of the little purple vials and put it on her bedside table so she would remember to drink it that night. After pulling the ornate chestnut doors open, her heart sunk at the sight of shattered glass and a rainbow of oozing liquid dripping everywhere. Sensing her penitence, Severus was swiftly at her side. "Can I help you fix them?" she asked him gingerly.

"The elixirs are far too conglomerated."

"I'm so sorry," she repeated. At her apology, the Potions Master held up his hand to silence her.

"Most of what I keep in here are overflow from my office supply. Anything else can be easily replaced."

"You're in a forgiving mood this morning," she noted gratefully. At her words, Severus pulled her into his arms. His signature herbal, smoky smell enveloped her senses and the familiar feel of his lithe frame pressed against hers soothed her soul. She sighed in contentment as he rested his chin on the top of her head.

"Tell me how I can help you, Cassie." She could feel the deep vibrations of the words in his throat as he spoke. It calmed her.

"You're sweet."

"That's not an answer."

As usual, he was right. It wasn't. But Cassie didn't know what to tell him. Her dreams lately had been murky at best, but they seemed to consist of some combination of Sombria and Alex, and maybe tonight's had featured Draco. She couldn't be sure. As the end of March approached and her trip to St. Petersburg with Fudge loomed closer, the night terrors were increasing in frequency. The best thing they could come up with was that her dreams were a stress response.

"Maybe we should stay in my quarters for now. I'd feel much better throwing my things around," she said lightly. Severus didn't respond. He was studying her intently, his black eyes boring into her like he was trying to solve her, like a complex chemistry equation. If she wasn't so comfortable in his presence, she might have squirmed under his scrutiny.

The morning was busy with lessons, and Cassie went a few hours without thinking about anything but the task at hand when the trip was yanked to the forefront of her thoughts. The topic was brought up in a moment of innocence. "Is Severus attending the forum with you?" Professor Burbage asked as they set up typewriters in her classroom.

"He has to brew Remus's potion. Full moon that weekend," Cassie answered her dully, shaking her head.

"That's too bad," the older witch noted, although her hazel eyes were twinkling. "Have you picked out dress robes?"

"What?" Cassie asked, caught off guard at the obliviousness of the question.

"For the ball," the Muggle Studies teacher clarified with a slight smile on her face.

"No." The heavy typewriter in Cassie's arms landed a bit too hard on the desk in front of her, making her colleague flinch. "Haven't thought about what I'm going to wear."

"Oh...I just thought with going to a ball at the Magical Duma and everything - "

"If you think all I'm going to be doing is dressing up like a princess and prancing around for a few nights, you are welcome to take my place, Charity," Cassie snapped.

"I didn't mean - "

"It's nothing."

They were silent for the rest of the lesson prep. Even as Cassie left and made her way out to the greenhouses, she knew she owed Burbage an apology. She just couldn't get herself in the proper mood to form one just yet.

Much to her dismay, the more she dreaded March the twenty-fifth, the faster time seemed to move. That Friday morning was upon her after a few more restless nights, although she slept a bit better now that Severus had agreed to sleep in her quarters with her in case she was unintentionally destructive again.

"Keep your temper in check," Severus cautioned her for what felt like the tenth time that morning as she brushed her wavy, raven hair into a ponytail.

"I know."

"You will try?"

"Of course."

"For the entirety of the weekend?" he pressed.

"Severus," Cassie said, languidly throwing her arms around his trim torso. "Don't you think you might be calling the cauldron black?"

"I am not the one that will be under the minister's scrutiny for three days," he argued. She sighed, as there was nothing to counter with. He was right, as he usually was. Instead, she pressed the side of her face into his chest and drew in a long, deep breath, savoring the last few moments they had before she left for the Ministry of Magic.

He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to his so he could kiss her. His thin lips pressed against hers brought comfort as nothing else could. When they broke apart several long moments later, Cassie smiled warmly, enjoying those fleeting seconds when she felt as though she was almost in a trance. What she wouldn't give to have the owner of those lips come with her so he could calm her.

"Keep that werewolf in check," she quipped as she was nearly over the threshold. Severus gave her a single nod.

"I love you, Cassiopeia."

"I love you, Sev."

She found that stepping into the red telephone box was a bit comical after seeing Sirius shove Pettigrew's corpse inside. As she descended into the Ministry's atrium, she had to stifle her laughter. As usual, the massive room was full of witches and wizards hurrying everywhere, flying letters following not far behind. Nonetheless, her entrance didn't go unnoticed in the hubbub.

"M-miss Black?" came a soft voice. Cassie turned, meeting the wide eyes of Harold the security wizard. "I'm to escort you to the Minister's chambers."

She followed the young man as he zig-zagged through the crowd. A few people stopped in their tracks to stare at her, and she couldn't help but smirk when one witch dropped her entire tray of bubbling goblets at the sight of her. Apparently, her little appearance at Pettigrew's hearing with Boros was still fresh in the ministry workers' minds.

Whereas Cassie was used to going to lower levels and into the courtrooms, today they were staying on the main level. It didn't take long to reach Fudge's rooms, much to her disappointment. She wanted to put off this entire ordeal for as long as possible.

"You could at least try to not look so miserable," a familiar voice said. Cassie turned and smirked at Tonks, who today was sporting a lime-green pixie cut with blue tips. Harold the security wizard muttered something and stepped into Fudge's office, leaving the two witches alone.

Things were still strained between the two cousins. They had sent a few letters back and forth since Pettigrew's death, but Cassie could tell in Tonks's responses that she was still harboring some resentment for not keeping her informed.

"Come to see me off, Dora?"

"Nah. I'll be joining you."

"That's amazing - " Cassie started, but she was interrupted when a witch not unlike Madam Pince stuck her head out of Fudge's office.

"We are on a rather tight schedule, if you two would please step inside," she said with a haughty sniff. Tonks let out an irritated huff.

"Give us one second, Paisley," the young Auror said.

"I must insist - "

"You going to drag us inside?" Tonks challenged. Paisley the secretary looked between the two witches and then narrowed her eyes.

"I will allow you one minute, and then I'll be sending Dolores out after you." She slammed the door shut.

Tonks visibly shuddered. "Better hurry, we wouldn't want that."

"If you say so. What do you want to talk about?" Cassie wondered sincerely.

"Just wanted to warn you," her cousin said, who swiftly shifted from looking amused to ominous. "Lucius and Narcissa are coming."

Cassie gaped at her, looking for any signs that Tonks was joking. "You're shitting me."

"Dead serious."

"Why are they coming? What reason could Lucius possibly have to follow Fudge all the way to St. Petersburg when he has a perfectly comfortable manor to lounge around in back in Wiltshire - " Cassie's voice had risen during her tirade, but she stopped when Tonks shushed her.

"Don't make Paisley sick the toad on us!" Tonks hissed.

"Huh?" Cassie's question went unanswered as Tonks dragged her into Fudge's office by the arm. Numerous disparaging looks were directed her way as the door shut behind Tonks and her. Kingsley Shackleboat was the only one to look at her with approval.

"Niece," Lucius drawled without missing a beat. "As usual, always willing to show such disrespect, keeping the Minister as well as the rest of us waiting."

"You could have left without me," Cassie growled quietly.

"Now, now," Fudge interjected jovially, "we have plenty of time before we leave by Portkey. No need for arguing, we want this trip to be as harmonious as possible!"

"Yes, dear," Narcissa said, placing a reassuring hand on her husband's arm, "there will be enough friction as it is."

As people began to chat amongst themselves and attention was off her, Cassie shot Tonks a questioning look. "Tell you later," she whispered hurriedly.

Hours ago, Cassie had been wishing for time to stand still to put this trip off as long as possible. Now, in the presence of Fudge and her aunt and uncle, and the handful of ministry officials that were eyeing her with bold skepticism, she couldn't wait for the transport to be over so she could leave the room. At one point, Umbridge was glaring so pointedly that her mouth hung open slightly, and Cassie willed herself not to giggle as she remembered Tonks referring to her as a toad only minutes ago.

As if reading her thoughts, Tonks leaned in closer to her cousin, and softly croaked into her ear, "Ribbit." Cassie let out a noise that was a mix between a bark and a cackle as she attempted to stifle her laughter. All eyes turned to her again, and her hand flew to her mouth as she pretended to cough.

"You alright, dear cousin?" Tonks asked loudly, pounding her on the back. Umbridge's mouth snapped shut as she tore her beady eyes away from them.

The Portkey was in the form of an empty chocolate bar wrapper. Paisley was complaining about the size of it as everyone nearly bumped heads to take hold, and suddenly they were whirling far away from Fudge's office. They arrived with an elephantine thud on a swaying surface, and Cassie instinctively reached out to hold onto Tonks to keep from tipping over. After a few frazzled seconds, she realized that they were on the deck of an enormous ivory yacht that was unnecessarily accented with gold. Witches and wizards dressed in bright teal robes stood around them, many of them with their hands tucked behind their backs as if there was no effort needed to maintain balance on the wobbling craft.

A shriek from the cold water below grabbed Cassie's attention. The Russian ministry members lazily parted to let her and Tonks through so they could peer over the side to investigate. Paisley had somehow been transported straight into the Neva River.

Cassie made a swift swooping motion of her arm, hurtling the secretary and a large amount of water onto the deck. Her hasty action was met with the grumbling protests of her ministry companions, who were now soaking wet.

"You alright?" Tonks asked Paisley as she began to dry her off with her wand. She opened her mouth to respond but coughed up a large amount of water instead.

Cassie noticed Lucius's silver eyes on her, his long nose scrunched up as he looked at her in disgust. She swallowed back the acidic words that were threatening to spew from her lips, Severus's recent words warning her to keep her temper in check running through her mind.

"Was it really necessary to have us arrive on this death trap?" Umbridge snapped to the nearest wizard wearing teal. "Cornelius could have been the one that ended up in the river!"

"This is Minister Gryzlov's personal ship. I hardly think it is a 'death trap'," the large wizard drawled.

A petite blonde witch with a pointed face chimed in. "This keeps us away from the eyes of the ne-magiya."

"When a simple charm would have done the job?" Fudge chirped.

"Ah, British Minister," the large wizard replied, a wide toothy grin spreading on his face. "You should remember that you do not make decisions here."

Fudge visibly deflated at the wizard's words, and Kingsley, used to being in situations like these, took a step closer to his minister. Cassie locked eyes with Tonks. The expression on her cousin's face was uneasy.

Few words were exchanged as Gryzlov's boat moved them toward their destination. Even with the ominous feeling in the pit of Cassie's stomach, she couldn't help but take in the grandeur of St. Petersburg the closer they got to the city. Some buildings were so high they seemed to nearly touch the clouds, and others were so saturated in bright colors that they reminded Cassie of rainbows.

"We aren't here for sightseeing," Narcissa said quietly, who had left her husband's side and sidled up beside her. Tonks let out an annoyed huff as she pushed off the railing she had been leaning against and walked away. "Don't let your guard down."

"I'm not an idiot," Cassie responded crassly.

"I know you aren't," her aunt said gently. "But the tension between the two ministries is high."

"Is that why you and Lucius came with? To spout off random advice I didn't ask for?"

Narcissa looked down at her feet for a moment, seeming to compose herself. "I would be lying if I said Lucius didn't want to make sure you kept your end of the bargain with Fudge - "

"There it is," Cassie said, turning to fully face her aunt.

"But we would have accompanied Fudge anyway. Gryzlov has always had high regard for our family and other members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight," Narcissa continued.

"Stay away from me," Cassie snapped, starting to head over to where Tonks was standing with Kingsley.

"Cassiopeia," Narcissa said, and Cassie was truly surprised when the older witch grabbed her hand to stop her. "Just...be careful. Please."

She ripped her hand out of Narcissa's grasp, studying her carefully for a few moments. A thousand questions were now running through her mind. Her instincts told her not to play into whatever game the Malfoys had brewing. She left her aunt standing alone to join Tonks for the remainder of the boat ride.

A concealment charm must have been in place after all. After disembarking the ship, they were ushered down a grey cobblestone street full of people. They received no strange looks from the Muggle tourists as they moved through the crowds that magically parted for them as they moved. Kingsley walked in front of Fudge and his cabinet members, while Cassie and Tonks brought up the rear. The wizards in teal encircled them completely.

They approached the Hermitage. Once again Cassie found herself ogling. She had never seen a building so magnificent, and when they entered the art museum it proved only to be more spectacular on the inside. While Tonks appeared to be just as mesmerized as the group walked past countless paintings and sculptures, the ministry workers that had done this all before seemed unphased.

A Russian witch waved for them to stop in front of a large glass case containing a clock comprised of a peacock, owl, and rooster. The Muggles that had been standing in front of it, affected by the charms in place, meandered away to make room for their group. Cassie studied the golden birds and jumped slightly as they sprang to life in an instant, chirping and dancing as they always did for guests on the hour.

The entire case moved aside, making a loud scraping noise that no one seemed to notice. Kingsley motioned for Cassie and Tonks to follow as Fudge stepped through the man-sized opening that had appeared in the wall. They descended a spiraling white-marble staircase, one that seemed to go on for ages.

"Welcome," the petite blonde witch said as they entered a large room decorated in pink, green, and gold, "to the Magical Duma of the Russian Federation."

Much like the Ministry back home, there were witches and wizards bustling about, charmed files following them as they walked. A white peacock squawked and flew over their heads, landing on an elderly wizard's shoulder as he shuffled to his next destination. A peach-colored lizard the size of a pony let out a low rumble as it walked past with its handler, pulling on its leash a bit to get a closer look at them, smoke billowing from its flaring nostrils.

"This way, if you would please," a witch called from across the room. She was wearing cream, tight-fitting robes, and her dark brunette hair was set in an intricate updo. "Minister Gryzlov will be joining you for lunch momentarily."

The dining room she had called them to was set for a large number of people. There was a single, very long table set with intricate golden dishes. Fudge immediately took a seat at one end and his employees began to fill in the other spots. Kingsley and Tonks stayed standing near the door, so Cassie did the same. Her hand instinctively went into her pocket and checked that her wand was still there.

"Miss Black," said Fudge, gesturing to one of the chairs open next to him, "if you would please join me."

Cassie's eyes widened. He wanted her in that specific spot, meaning she would be sitting across from Umbridge and next to Lucius. She would rather a doxy scratched her eyes out.

"Go!" Tonks whispered sharply, giving Cassie a shove in the small of her back. After shooting her cousin a well-earned glare, Cassie complied.

"Now," Fudge said with a smile, "Isn't this more comfortable?"

Cassie didn't answer, thinking it would be best not to say anything at this point. Lucius gave her a sharp kick to her shin, making her yelp slightly. Hundreds of strained dinners with her uncle and stuffy purebloods came flooding back to her memory in an instant.

"Yes, Minister," she said. Umbridge looked extremely pleased.

A door disguised as a floor-length painting of a chimaera opened and two more wizards in teal robes came into the room. The witch in the cream dress motioned for everyone to stand. Cassie stood next to her uncle, watching this pompous promenade and wondering if they were going to demand that they bow to the Russian minister as well.

The brunette witch announced Minister Sergey Gryzlov like he was the tsar himself. The man seemed nothing special, Cassie assessed right away. He appeared to be in his mid-fifties, with shoulder-length greying hair and a clean-shaven face. His eyes were dark and cold as he surveyed the room, and his severe features only relaxed a bit when the brunette witch joined him at his side. He, too, was dressed in cream-colored robes, although they were covered in intricate golden designs whereas hers were completely plain.

Four people walked in next, and for a few moments, Cassie paid them no mind. As they were given permission to sit down again, Cassie glanced over and saw an older wizard and witch, likely a married couple, and then two familiar faces that were like a punch to the gut. Vitaly Pavlischev was staring at her, looking as smug as she had ever seen him. Next to him was Romily. She glanced Cassie's way, but her expression was almost apologetic before she looked down at her empty plate.

If the two ministers were discussing something interesting in those first few minutes after the first course magically appeared, Cassie didn't know. Her mind was racing, internally scolding herself for not expecting Vitaly to be here. He had mentioned numerous times that his father worked for the Magical Duma, and yet seeing him here was enough to get her blood boiling. She had no doubt in her mind that he would go out of his way to toy with her, enrage her. But that wasn't what was bothering her the most.

Why was Romily here? Why would she ever agree to accompany this sadistic pig to a political seminar instead of going home to visit her family? It just didn't make any sense.

Another sharp kick to her shin made her rein in her thoughts. First, Cassie locked eyes with Lucius, who looked extremely expectant of her for some reason. Fudge was looking at her, too, and then she realized that Gryzlov was smirking.

"Not an attentive thing, is she?" the Russian minister quipped.

Fudge cleared his throat. "She is when she needs to be, I assure you."

"Hmm," Gryzlov said, nodding slowly as he swallowed a mouthful of soup and pointed his golden spoon at Fudge. "When she is assassinating dark witches overseas, perhaps?" He paused to take another bite of soup, relishing in the fact that he held the attention of the entire room. "Tell me, Cornelius. Did she perform that task on your orders?"

Fudge nearly choked. "My ministry was heavily involved with Da Gama's displacement of Sombria - " he began.

"I am not asking about your allies in South America," Gryzlov interjected swiftly. "Is this girl on your payroll, Cornelius?"

"I am not an Auror," Cassie said rather loudly.

"So she does speak," Gryzlov replied smoothly. "Miss Black, I will ask you, then. Are you a mercenary?"

"No." She answered him curtly, not looking away as his cold eyes locked onto hers. The tension in the room was palpable now. No one else seemed to be breathing.

Gryzlov suddenly barked out a high, raspy laugh. "There is no reason to be so serious. We are enjoying a meal together!" There were a few chuckles from various people around the room. Cassie refrained from looking Vitaly's way again, even though she could feel him staring at her.

After they had eaten an inordinate amount of food, they were ushered through another hidden door and down a corridor that led to guest quarters. Free from Magical Duma supervision, Cassie finally felt like she could breathe a little. There was a large common area that the Aurors and other ministry workers would be sharing. Kingsley and Fudge would be staying in one bedroom, and Tonks and Cassie would be in the one right next to them in case anything went awry. Lucius and Narcissa's room, thankfully, was located at the other end of the large apartment.

Tonks flopped onto her cushy four-poster bed and started to bombard Cassie as soon as they were alone in their room. "Wasn't that your friend from the academy - "

"Yes."

"And that boy was that douchebag also from the academy - "

"Yes."

"Why are they here?"

"Vitaly's father works for Gryslov. I'm not sure why Romily is with him."

"Did you know they would be here?"

"No."

Tonks turned over onto her side, resting her head on her hand as she studied Cassie. "Are you okay?"

She sighed, sitting on her equally soft, inviting bed. What she wouldn't give to just fall asleep and wake up when the forum was over. "I don't know."

"Well," Tonks said, running her hand through her lime-green hair and buzzing her lips. "We don't have the seminar for another four hours. I doubt Fudge is going to leave these apartments til then. Why don't you find out why Romily is here?"

"We're supposed to protect him," Cassie reminded her.

"No," Tonks said, rolling onto her stomach. "I'm supposed to watch him, remember? You're just here for...I don't know. Intimidation."

"I don't think I intimidated anyone at lunch."

"Gryzlov wouldn't have bothered pointing you out if he wasn't a little bit concerned that Fudge brought you here," Tonks replied. "You did your part so far, you made your presence known."

"So I'm supposed to just wander around the Magical Duma until I find her? You're a horrible influence, Dora."

"Same as always."

Cassie thought she would stick out like a sore thumb when she reentered the chaos of all the workers going about their day. Instead, people just brushed past her, likely annoyed that she was in their way. She was distracted for a few minutes by a witch who was charming a cage full of mortis bats to float through the air. The acid green animals had always fascinated her, especially after she had helped Severus harvest their venom for his potions a few times over the years.

She came across what appeared to be an information desk. The burly wizard sitting behind it eyed her warily as she approached. "Excuse me," she said, plastering a smile on her face. "I was wondering if you could tell me where something is."

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Who you are."

"I'm visiting with the British Minister of Magic."

"The art museum is upstairs."

"Yes, I know that," Cassie said. "There was someone with the Russian officials, someone I'd like to talk to. I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of their guest apartments."

"No."

"But - "

"Art museum is upstairs. You can go there, or back to your own apartments."

"Thanks," Cassie said, and as she walked away, muttered, "for nothing."

"Not getting your way, Hogwarts?" a voice said in her ear, making her shudder. Her stomach turned at just the sight of her old nemesis.

"Fuck off, Vitaly."

"The little princess is feisty," Vitaly sneered. Cassie started to walk, and where she was headed, she really didn't know besides she wanted to get away from him. He matched her stride with little effort.

"Stop fucking following me!"

"I am not following you," he said, feigning innocence. "After all, my father works here. I visit this place often. You could even say it is my second home."

"Why aren't you at the academy?"

"I could not give up the chance to see my favorite little Hogwarts princess, now could I?" Without warning, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into a small, empty corridor, slamming her back and head against the wall. His face was inches from hers as her vision swam and her head spun. "I have been learning the art of Dim Mak. Perhaps I could show you how far I've come?"

The thought of losing her magic in this wizard's presence brought clarity to Cassie's aching head. With her arms pinned to her sides, it would be hard to get her wand, so she resorted to electrifying her empty hand. Vitaly let out a high-pitched shriek when she made contact with his side. As soon as he let go of her and jumped back, she stepped out of the corridor and back into the main vault of the ministry. After taking a few moments to recover, Vitaly bounded after her.

"Would you like to be castrated next?" Cassie seethed.

"As spicy as ever," he said with a smirk. "You wouldn't dare to actually harm me here, Hogwarts."

"Try me." She took out her wand, jabbing it into his neck and forcing him back into the maroon while behind him. A witch let out a surprised yell and dropped a tray full of coffee. Vitaly laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down next to the tip of her wand. It angered her further.

"No potions teacher here to protect you today?" he asked, making a point to look around.

"I don't need protection!" she growled, pressing her wand into his flesh harder. Ministry workers were starting to circle around them. One of them touched her shoulder, and she shrugged him off. With a quick wave of her hand, she threw up a barrier around the two of them that crackled and hissed angrily, matching her current mood.

"Oh, would you like a bit of privacy, Hogwarts? Think we can get our fucking over with before they get this barrier down?"

"What is Romily doing here with you? Are you blackmailing her?" she demanded. She was doing her best to ignore the vulgar comments. If she couldn't find Romily, this would have to do for now.

"Does it make you jealous?"

"Answer my fucking question!"

Vitaly smiled wider. The wand in his throat started to shoot small blue sparks. "We are dating, Hogwarts."

"You're lying!"

"She will be accompanying me to the seminar. Ask her yourself." Duma Aurors were working on getting the barrier down, and Cassie knew if she didn't want to face consequences she would have to let Vitaly go soon. She was about to dissolve the barrier when he added, "It is quite magical, you should know. She lets me fuck her in the ass, and I let her call me Alex when she cums."

Cassie let the barrier down, then stuffed her wand into her pocket and threw up her hands to indicate to the Aurors around her that she meant no harm. Before she stepped away from Vitaly, she punched him so hard that bright red blood instantly gushed from his nose. She smirked as two large wizards dragged her away.