The Harpy of Hogwarts | Dungeon Mistress | Bimba di Serpeverde
"Looks good..." She said running a hand over the pink skin. Hecate had the softest hands imaginable, they felt like rose petals and silk. "Would you like a cup of tea, Miss Flores?" she asked as she waved her wand and poured herself one. "I was told last term was a trying term..."
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