Occasionally - very occasionally - Morgan did things that made her feel like a bad person. This wasn't one of those times, but she was still aware enough to know that it should have been.

"Are you ready, Mr Filch?"

Filch grimaced, looking particularly unpleasant today, with some dirt on his unshaven face and wearing rather tattered clothes. He looked like a filthy beggar, exactly as she'd instructed.

"You sure about this? This'll be fairly traumatising for 'em."

Hmm, that was the point. Tonks was beginning to try her patience. For the last couple of weeks Morgan had stuck to her like glue, not allowing Tonks a moment of peace. No matter what tricks she employed, Morgan found her. Even changing her appearance into someone else's, like McGonagall's, failed to trick the map. And yet, despite what must have been two weeks of pure frustration for a girl with a libido like hers, somehow she still wouldn't give up.

Honestly, given what puberty did to teenagers, she could only assume it was pure stubbornness keeping her going. If she was going through puberty and some little girl kept was doing this to her she'd have given in long ago.

Ah~ what a stubborn girl. She did not have the time to gently ease her way into Tonks' confidence, to slowly build up a friendly relationship. Ideally, she wanted Tonks firmly under her thumb a few months before she left Hogwarts. It was why she was going about building a relationship between them with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

"Sometimes a girl's got to learn when she's beaten."

"Alright then" Filch shrugged. "How do I look?"

"Disgusting. It's perfect. You remember your lines, right? Oh! And remember to smile creepily and-"

"I get it" he said, turning to face the perfectly blank stretch of wall before him, indistinguishable from the rest of the castle, not a noise or brick out of place. Without the map she wouldn't have any idea where Tonks currently was. Such naivety; it would take much more than a mere illusion to trick the map.

Reaching his hand out, Filch grabbed where the handle should have been, ripping the door open and bursting into the room as the illusion rippled out of existence.

Morgan waited out of sight with bated breath as a silence grew. She could almost see it, Tonks and her boy of the day, staring in horror at Filch. And then...

"Oh, don't mind me. I won't interrupt. Heh, it's been a long time since I've seen something like this."

And then Filch would slowly smile in the grossest way he knew how before maybe playing with his belt buckle, if he listened to her directions anyway.

Peeking around the corner with an eager smile, she saw Tonks straddling a boy upon a conjured bed, face as pale as her now white hair as she stared at Filch.

Morgan could barely keep her laughter inside as Tonks began to scream, throwing herself off the boy and towards her clothes. She did start laughing when Tonks clumsily fell off the bed and flat on her face in her haste.

Though that might have been a mistake, given how Tonks had started to glare at her, hair flaring red and murder in her eyes. Given the way she was reaching for her wand, she may very well carry out her thoughts.

Well, she couldn't be having that now, could she? It would ruin the fun if she started cursing them.

Taking out her own wand, she hit Tonks with a tripping jinx, sending her flat on her back with a yelp. She laughed as Tonks glared up at her, tears in her eyes.

The boy finally succeeded in grabbing all his belongings, tearing out of the room half naked and crying. He actually looked rather young, fourth year maybe, she might have just sent Filch to barge in on someone losing their virginity. What a fun scene this was turning out to be.

Nudging Filch, she said "I'll take it from here, Mr Filch. I fear what she may do if you stay any longer."

Filch grunted, turning swiftly and leaving the room. Really, he should at least be a little happier. The hottest girl in the school was naked in front of him, yet he barely batted an eye.

Tonks finally succeeded in covering herself up, grabbing her robes and pulling them up to her chin. "Y-you little bugger, when I get my hands on you…" she almost growled, her face blushing furiously. And was that a tear about to leak from her eye?

"Well, Miss Tonks? Shall we stop all this silly nonsense? It's not like I'm asking for much, merely to observe your practice. Or…" Smiling, she stood directly above Tonks, looking down at her, and said in a sinister voice, "Do I have to start bringing Professor Snape here as well?"

Her face blanched, her hair seeming to shiver. "You- you persistent, perverted, buggering little… Why are you so interested!?" She cried, a note of exasperation in her voice.

"Well, it's less your practice and more you I'm interested in. And since I lack certain… equipment, this is really the only way to get close to you." Seeing the incredulous look on Tonks' face, she frowned. "What? Is wanting to become your friend so hard to believe?"

"You let Filch see me naked, to… get to know me?"

"It's not like there's any other way. You don't do much in your free time, other than fuck boys and practice magic. I'm not a boy, and you kept kicking me out of your practice, so…"

Tonks gaped like a fish on dry land, seemingly at a loss for words, before slumping and sighing. "You know what? Fine, you win. I'll stop kicking you out, if you can keep finding me…" she squinted at Morgan suspiciously. "But no more of this."

"Deal." Reaching out her hand, she introduced herself. "Fay, Morgan Fay."

Tonks eyed her hand with a dubious look and shook her head, grabbing Morgan's hand. "Tonks, just Tonks" she said sharply.

Shaking her hand, she couldn't help but think...

That if Tonks knew what she had planned, she wouldn't shake her hand.

She'd be running instead.

Later that night she found Tonks in an empty room hidden behind a tapestry, sitting on a desk and rolling her eyes when Morgan walked in. "I don't know what I was expecting, honestly" she said with an exasperated smile.

"Please. You didn't even try this time. Not even changing your appearance." Turning, she called back. "Come in Su. She doesn't bite."

Su walked in, a cute grumpy frown on her face as she looked around.

"Huh?" said Tonks.

"This is Su, Su, this is Tonks."

Looking alarmed, Tonks raised her hands. "Woah, woah, you never said anything about other people. I can't have my training become an exhibit to whoever you fancy."

"It's only Su. Do you really want to fight me on this? I can go fetch Mr Filch if you want. Maybe next time he won't just barge in, maybe he'll watch for a while… Really make the most of it, as it were" said Morgan with a raised eyebrow.

Looking faintly green - literally - Tonks sighed, brushing her hand back through her hair and roughly tousling it. "Argh! Jeez, fine. You're a monster in a little girls body, I swear."

"How rude. Come along Su, let's get out of her way before she throws more baseless insults at us" Morgan said haughtily, taking Su's hand and pulling them into a corner of the room, sitting down across from each other.

"Why are we here?" asked Su, looking suspiciously between herself and Tonks.

"Hmm, take a look at her hair Su."

As though it could feel their gazes, her hair flickered between various colours before returning to its usual pink.

"See that? Miss Tonks here is one of the only metamorphmagi in the world - that is, she's a shapeshifter."

"Shapeshifter…" Su murmured, meeting Morgan's eyes with a confused frown. Her face twitched before settling on a scowl, rolling her eyes at Morgan.

"What?"

"You just want to fuck her."

"She's a shapeshifter. Of course I do."

From across the room, Tonks - who looked rather sick - called out. "You know I can hear you, right?"

"Oh? Interested?" Morgan called out, slowly moving her eyes up Tonks' body.

Tonks seemed to shudder, making a mock gagging noise. "Nope, sorry. Not into girls. Or kids. It's also, like, really creepy that an eleven year-old girl is checking me out, so I'm just going to ignore you from now on, okay? Okay."

"Oh well. There's other reasons I'm here anyway" Morgan said, pulling out her wand and shrugging as Tonks' turned away from them. "Come on Su, we can practice magic while we're here."

Tonks, meanwhile, had taken out her own wand, steadfastly refusing to even glance in their general direction as she began her training. With a wave of her wand a stone statue of a human rose from the ground, the same height as Tonks. Then spell-light lit the room as she began casting spells upon it. A bright blue spell animated it, the stone between its joints creaking as it came to life, charging towards Tonks only to bounce off a shimmering blue shield. A white bolt slammed it into the wall with a loud crack, and before it could regain its feet Tonks slashed her wand, a net made of bright gold light flaring out from its tip and wrapping around the statue.

It seemed to have succeeded in trapping the statue, but then the net tightened too much, slicing into the statue and dicing one arm while the rest of its body fared little better.

"Bugger" Tonks muttered, vanishing the statue and creating another to try again, with similar results.

Morgan said nothing, just watching with a smile. It might not seem like much, being able to watch her training, and in truth it wasn't. What was important was the proximity. From now on Morgan would cling to Tonks whenever possible. Studying magic could easily be done in this room with her, and being close to each other for so long, well, no doubt they would start talking and become closer, perhaps close enough to be friends - though that wasn't necessary. It wasn't like Tonks had any actual friends after all.

She'd asked. Some of the older girls had some… colourful opinions regarding Tonks. Her abilities alone already made her a target of hatred and jealousy amongst the girls, and this was only worsened by how slutty Tonks was. And the final nail in the proverbial coffin was Tonks' interesting habit of sleeping with other girls' boyfriends.

And the boys, well… Plenty of boys liked her, but they wouldn't be friends with her. Fuck her? Sure, but her reputation was so low that you would be dirtied by association if you befriended her. And apparently the retribution from the girls was so severe that any boy that did try was soon scared off.

All she had to do was wait for an opening to dig into, then she could move her plan forward.

The great hall was mostly deserted at this time of morning. Most didn't rise as early as she and Su did. She winced slightly as she saw Su sitting by herself at the Slytherin table, picking at a barely touched plate in front of her with a miserable look. It was a bad day to be late, she knew that, but she'd still gotten a little sidetracked in the shower.

Walking behind her, careful not to be seen, she wrapped her arms around her shoulders, putting her face level with Su's ear. "Happy Birthday~."

Su's face immediately brightened up with a smile, though it turned mulish after a moment. "You're late" she grumbled.

"Aww, come now, don't be like that. I've got an entire day planned out, I'm sure you'll like most of it. We'll go shopping first, and then…" Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out two strips of paper. Two little animated pictures of wizards were fighting upon it, lighting up the surface with small flashes of colour. "I've got us tickets to go watch wizards fighting at the duel arena this afternoon. Come on, smile, smile~" she said, fingers tickling into Su's side.

At Morgan's prodding, Su smiled again, taking one of the tickets. "Thank you" she said.

Plopping herself down next to Su, Morgan started making her own breakfast. "Well now, let me just eat something then we'll be off. We'll probably get detention for skipping a day, but oh well." It was a birthday after all, those were practically mandatory days off.

Eating her bowl of cereal, an owl swooped down from the rafters, dropping a letter in front of her. Probably Maria again.

And opening it up, she saw that she was right. Maria had been sending increasingly frantic letters to her in the month and a half since she'd started Hogwarts. First asking when she'd be coming to visit, then becoming increasingly desperate until she sounded like she was on her deathbed.

If she still refused to use the drug dealer they had imperiused to get what she needed - even after so long - then she probably never would, so she supposed the experiment was over. Which meant so was her dry spell, thank Christ.

"Is that…" mumbled Su, peering over at the letter. Then Su turned and stared at her. "What did you mean when you said I'd like most of it."

Morgan tried turning her head away, only to have it forcibly grabbed on the sides and slowly turned until her eyes met Su's utterly empty ones.

How to explain without making her upset… No, there wasn't a way. If someone she cared about was fucking around on her own birthday she'd be pissed. There was a time and a place and your best friends birthday generally wasn't it. Better to just… rip off the plaster, as it were.

"I'll be… spending some time with her this evening."

"On my birthday?"

"It'll only be for… perhaps an hour? And it'll be after we've finished everything anyway."

Su just stared at her for a moment, before gritting her teeth and slowly nodding. "Fine" she said, releasing her grip.

Whew. That went better than she expected. "Come on, let's finish quickly before the Weasleys show up." Honestly, she'd been hoping they would let go of their anger before she had to resort to rather drastic actions, she felt that it would be better not to antagonise them further, but they seemed intent on provoking her.

Su nodded solemnly. "You're right, we should leave before you fuck them too."

And there was the bitterness.

Finishing off her breakfast, they exited the castle and headed to the whomping willow, the tree quietly waving in the still air. Levitating a branch, she prodded a knot in the wood with it, causing the tree to go deathly still and allow them to enter the passageway beneath its trunk.

The enchantments placed upon Hogwarts preventing apparition stretched out far from the castle, to apparate required at least a twenty minute walk. But they stopped a little short of Hogsmeade, and thus the Shrieking Shack, allowing her to grab Su's hand and, with a twist and a sharp crack, apparate them away.

"Welcome, one and all, to another exciting day at the arena!" boomed the voice of Ludo Bagman, to the cheers of the audience. In a Roman-styled coliseum made of white marble, Ludo stood in the head box, separated from the rest of the seats ringing the arena floor. From her position in their own private box directly opposite, Morgan could make out his yellow and black clothes, his trousers and shirt stripped horizontally like a bumblebee, topped with a head of short cropped blonde hair. And bright yellow shoes, horrifyingly. "And ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you, we've got an exciting day today!"

All around the Colosseum the crowd was cheering in response, the rings of seats around the arena filled with excited people.

Bloodsports, how barbaric. And yet… It was exciting. There was something about the atmosphere, about the lives on the line, that made spectating feel great. It was rapidly becoming one of Britain's most popular events, held every month; she could see why Malfoy legalised it.

Indeed, following the rise of Lucius Malfoy, the ministry had embarked on a wide campaign of deregulation, insisting that many laws were 'muggle' in nature and had to be removed to prevent the tainting of magical culture. Such as the laws on duelling. No longer were lethal duels illegal: a lethal duel ended when one opponent was either killed, surrendered, or rendered unable to continue - though it was still illegal to kill someone if they were unable to continue. And most dark magic was unbanned, leading to some truly nasty fights if the Colosseum's reputation was anything to go by.

Waiting for the crowd to calm down, Ludo continued, voice loud enough to reach to entire arena with ease. "First up, coming out from the gate on my right, we have Richard Taylor." An iron portcullis slowly lifted up, letting in a weary looking middle-aged man, with black hair streaked with grey and balding at the crown, and wearing shabby clothes - a pair of jeans that looked more brown than blue, a beat up pair of trainers, and a muggle t-shirt that had seen better days, whatever picture was on the front having faded to almost nothing. He cast a hateful glare at the crowds, wand sparking angrily in his grip.

"Now, Taylor here might not look like much, but let me assure you! Today, everything is on the line for him! You see, Taylor here happens to be rather heavily in debt. So heavily, in fact, that he's bet everything he has left on this match, and let me tell you, the odds are against him! Either he wins and walks away a debt-free man, or, well, let's say it may be better for him to not walk away from here. It would be a mercy! Nasty little misers, them goblins…" he muttered. Clearing his throat, he continued. "And on my left, we have one of our favourites, Felix Rosier!"

The audience cheered at this announcement as the portcullis rose and a tall, slim man walked out. He had a girlish look to him, his face soft and pretty and twisted into a sneer that could put a snobby housewife to shame, with long dark brown hair, pulled back into a braid that reached the small of his back. His trousers were a dark grey and his shirt a dark purple, hemmed with silver and embroidered with a dark blue rose upon the back.

"Here for his twenty-sixth appearance at the arena, and having never lost a fight, will today be the day he meets his match? I know who my bet is on!"

The two walked towards each other until their backs were touching, then began to walk once Bagman told them to, taking their steps slowly, matching them to Bagmans counting."And… Twenty!" Quickly, they both spun on their heels with wands snapping up, and Taylor launched the first spell, a bright purple bolt that shot forward, only for Rosier to slap it into the ground with his wand tip, a small crater erupting into existence.

More spells were fired at Rosier, from jets of red to bolts of pure lightning, but all of them met the same fate. If she had to put it, she would guess that Rosier was toying with him, just standing there and deflecting all his spells with a look of contempt on his face.

She wasn't surprised. If all he was truly capable of were… 'point-and-shoot' spells, as it were, then this match was hopeless. Unless he brought out something powerful enough that Rosier couldn't simply block it…

Morgan took a lick of her ice-cream, a pear flavour coating her tongue and causing her to eye it curiously. Bertie Botts' Every Flavour Ice Cream - Sweet Edition. Every lick revealed a different colour and flavour - all of them good. It was an interesting experience.

Sitting to her right, Su had laid her vanilla ice cream down on a plate upon a small table - cone and all - and was carving into it with a spoon. Morgan watched her with nostalgia. She didn't know where Su picked up that habit, but that was how she'd always eaten ice creams. Just like-

"Eww, Claire, it's all over my hands!"

"It's an ice cream. They melt."

"So gross! Get me a plate, I'm not eating it like this."

Just like her sister had.

She clamped down on the memory. She didn't want to think about it, instead turning her head to the sound of the door to her private box opening.

It was almost strange, how different Rita looked in her dark blue jeans and grey t-shirt. Without her glasses or distinctive lime green clothes - as well as a change in her hair style - and no one would even give her a second look. If anyone were to look into their box, no doubt they would fail to recognise her.

Morgan smiled sharply as their eyes met, Rita pausing slightly before Morgan beckoned her closer with her finger. With a pale face, Rita sat in the empty chair to her left, putting her handbag on the ground. Morgan couldn't help but feel amused as Rita clenched her trembling hands into tight fists, putting on a brave face. Seemed she was still rather traumatised, how pleasant.

She just had to have some fun here, she couldn't not after seeing such… Vulnerability. "Such a pleasure to see you again, Miss Skeeter. Our last meeting… I've thought about it a lot." Rita flinched slightly, looking down at the floor. "It was such an enjoyable experience, it's a shame we haven't had a repeat. But perhaps we should, hmm? Put that sharp tongue of yours to… better use."

Rita looked up in shock and horror, with her eyes wide and lips flapping, an expression Morgan enjoyed immensely. Though after a moment it faded, Rita's expression morphing into a steely-eyed look. "If that's what you request."

Would you look at this. "Oh? That wasn't the response I was expecting, perhaps I misjudged you" Morgan said, quirking her eyebrow. "Do you want to do it again?"

"Absolutely not. I am not some kind of paedophile, girl. People that have sex with children should all be arrested" she spat, glaring at her fiercely. "But it's not like I can say no, is it?"

Why, she was so defensive, it almost made her wonder. In the muggle world it was often the case that the greatest homophobes were themselves gay. Eyeing Rita with a malicious glint in her eyes, Morgan slowly licked up the ice cream with her tongue extended, swirling it around the tip before taking a bite, licking ice cream off her lips. Rita's eyes followed her tongue the whole way, seemingly transfixed and full of desire. "You do" Morgan breathed, actually feeling a little flattered, while Rita… She looked horrified, then ashamed, staring down at her hands with a red face.

Rita looked so… Broken, so guilty. Like she wanted the ground to just swallow her up. And she was the cause of it. She'd taken this fiercely independent - even powerful - woman and broke her so badly that she was attracted to her own rapist.

She was so turned on right now. If they weren't somewhere so public… But then, Rita must know some spells to hide given her profession...

Sadly, these thoughts were cut off before she could act on them by a sharp pinch on her thigh, Su staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

Perhaps another day.

"Do you have the notes I asked for?"

Looking relieved, Rita reached down and pulled out a thick notebook from her handbag, lime green and covered in shiny gold glitter. "Everything I know about occlumency, though I don't know how far you can get without a practicer of legilimency to teach you."

"Thank you. So tell me, how goes your investigation?"

"Slowly. Bathilda apparently drank a gallon of Youth potion and left the country, so until I've found her I can't get into the real juicy details. There are other sources I'm looking into as well, but it's slow. I don't want to alert Dumbledore, or anyone else that might be watching me. This is my story."

"Any idea where she went?"

Rita looked grim. "I've got a source in the Department of Transportation that told me she took a portkey to Paris, but by now she could be anywhere in France."

Morgan frowned. "Ah. That could be troublesome."

If The Daily Prophet was to be believed, then France had been suffering from internal conflict for the last ten years. When the muggle civilisation fell, the French purebloods eventually turned on each other in their fight for power. Currently, though the French ministry technically remained in charge and was still recognised as the legitimate government internationally, in practice they only controlled northern France. And that was only the start.

"Troublesome isn't the half of it. I can only wonder why she went there. Bathilda is older than Dumbledore, no close friends or living family; what would make her go to France alone so suddenly?" Rita said with a frown.

Well, that was a good question. But thinking for a second, Morgan felt it probably wasn't such a big mystery. Why would such an old woman become young and go holidaying in France? To live a little, most likely. She wouldn't be surprised if Bathilda wasn't eventually found on a beach somewhere, drunk out of her mind.

"That's a shame, but don't worry too much. There's no need to rush, I think it will be a few years before I want the book published anyway." She wanted it published when it could cause the maximum impact, and that would probably be years from now. "But onto the main reason I wanted to meet today."

Leaning forward, she pinned Rita with a piercing look and a sharp smile. "Tell me, Miss Skeeter, what do you know about Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Blinking in surprise, she stared into the distance as she contemplated her answer. "Not much. I've never investigated him, though I planned to do so eventually. Twenty seven years old, awarded the Order of Merlin: Third Class for his accomplishments fighting dark creatures, and seen by many to be the next Albus Dumbledore. He must be one of the most popular figures in Britain right now, and if his books are to be believed, one of the most powerful too."

"If his books are to be believed?"

"Things are rarely what they seem" Rita said sharply.

"How wise. And if I told you that Mr Lockhart is highly proficient in memory charms - only memory charms - and has a poor habit of… Why, let's call it plagiarism."

There was a hungry look in Rita's eyes as she leant forward. "I think there could be quite the… sensational story, just waiting to be pried open" she said.

Reaching up, Morgan flicked Rita's nose. "Do calm down, Miss Skeeter. There's no story I want published here. I just want you to investigate."

"What do you mean, you don't want this published?" Rita said, almost sounding scandalised. "If this is true, do you realise what that means? How much this story is worth? It could be the scandal of the decade. I can't not publish such a story. Just think of how much I would be paid for it." She looked like she was almost salivating at the thought.

"Why? Oh, Miss Skeeter, after what I did to you, do you really need to ask why I want this to remain secret? I have far too much use for Mr Lockhart than merely throwing him in Azkaban. No, this shall remain secret, unless you'd like another session with Penelope?"

Seeing Rita looking suddenly alarmed, Morgan nodded her head. "Good. Now, what would you think if I told you that such a man was wanting to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts?"

Morgan could see the wheels turning in Rita's mind, slowly creating and discarding numerous explanations. "I'm not sure. He's rich, famous, attractive; why would he want to teach at a school? Especially as the Defense professor, everyone knows that job is cursed. But if he's really only proficient with memory charms, I'd assume he was a paedophile. But that doesn't make sense either. There's plenty of defenseless children around the country, ones no one will miss, so why go to Hogwarts…"

"Exactly why I want you to investigate him. Infiltrate his home, examine the locations of his supposedly heroic deeds, learn his past. I want to know everything there is to know about him."

"That will take a lot of time for a story I can't publish. I'm already busy, I have to keep up with my job as well."

"Then it's a good job you'll be making Penelope your assistant, isn't it? Oh, don't look so surprised. I want someone watching you, I'm sure you understand." Rita looked resigned, but she didn't complain.

Down below, Taylor let out a loud yell, his wand tip exploding with bright gold light. The resulting boom shook her eardrums and vibrated the floor, the spell leaving behind a tail of starlight, moving so fast she could barely follow it.

All of the rubble created by Rosier deflecting spells suddenly rose up, lining up in a row in the spells path then exploding one after the other as the spell smashed through them. Gravel showered down upon Rosier as the spell - now diminished and glowing faintly - smashed into a small circular transparent shield, spinning at chest height and rippling with waves as the spell impacted, dissipating harmlessly.

Rosier followed up with a slash of his wand, a bright blue spell shooting forward. Taylor hastily cast a shield charm but the spell shattered it immediately. Then, before he could even register the shock of his shield being forcefully destroyed, a grey scythe of magic, only a split second behind the first spell, took his head straight from his shoulders.

There was a beat of silence in the arena, before the audience erupted into cheers and screams, the noise shaking the stadium. She could even see other children in the audience, cheering alongside their parents. Speaking of which…

Su was watching in a daze, eyes fixed on the arena floor, seemingly forgetting the spoon halfway to her mouth that was slowly dripping ice-cream.

She knew Su would enjoy this.

"We were all thinking it!" shouted Bagman. "But I'll admit, I was thinking there might be an upset today! But I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, considering..."

"Fool" Rita sneered. "I hope he didn't have children or else they'll be inheriting his debt."

"You... Can inherit debt? That seems rather-"

"Barbaric? It's just one of many changes brought by the Minister."

The rest of the fights that day were just as interesting to watch, though there were no more deaths. Injuries, many, many painful injuries, but no deaths. Still, she felt that she was learning a lot watching all these duels. The sun was already setting when the last duel finished, the Colosseum emptying quickly.

Peeking to her left, she saw Rita sitting tensely, hands grasping the arms of her chair tightly. Honestly, she was so tense just from sitting next to her, like a deer in headlights. Slowly, as though absentmindedly, Morgan slouched in her chair, her already short skirt riding up even further, slowly moving higher and higher…

There. Rita twitched, looking down briefly at the junction of her thighs where her underwear was just hidden. Jerking her head back up, their eyes met and Morgan grinned as Rita turned pale.

She hadn't planned for this - how could she? Becoming attracted to your rapist was hardly the standard response; perhaps it was the influence of the specific love potion she had used. But she would certainly take advantage of these feelings Rita apparently now had. It was another lever of control over the woman, an additional carrot to balance out the weighty stick.

With a quick check to make sure the Colosseum was mostly empty, she swung onto her lap, grabbing Rita's collar and pulling her close. "You know, Miss Skeeter, if I'd have known you liked me, we could have had some fun earlier. Such a shame that I'm already busy tonight. But…" she breathed, pulling Rita close enough they could feel each others breath, "I think I have time for a little prelude." Then she leaned forward, pressing her lips against Rita's frozen ones, grabbing her hair and pulling her into the kiss. She pressed against Rita's lips with her tongue, firmly licking until, with a groan, Rita opened her mouth, hesitantly meeting and sliding her tongue against Morgan's, first shyly, but then demandingly, her own hand grabbing Morgan's hair and shoving her tongue into her mouth, hungrily kissing with a flushed face.

Morgan jerked away with a shock as Rita reached under her skirt. She moaned, before being cut-off as Rita thrust her tongue back down her throat.

God, but it had been too long - weeks, at least. She couldn't even remember why she didn't want to do this, every time she tried a rub of Rita's fingers blew the thoughts away.

She only remembered when a hand yanked her out of her lap by her hair and onto the floor, leaving her dazed, wet and gasping like a fish out of water.

Su was standing above her with a sour face. "Enough" she said.

Hmph. Honestly, just when she was really getting into it. Though they were in public, and it was her birthday…

Great, now she felt a little guilty. Sighing, she stood, straightening her clothes and ignoring the ache between her legs. She merely had to wait a little longer…

"Well, Miss Skeeter, I'm afraid we'll have to cut things short today." Rita was looking at her in a daze. Morgan patted her on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'll arrange something soon, you dear little hypocrite."

And there was the miserable expression she enjoyed seeing the most.

"So, have fun today Su?" Morgan asked as they were walking down the street towards their little 'base' as it were in the muggle library. She was almost starting to regret having anti-appariton charms on the place.

Su looked at her with a frown, eyes squinted. For a moment she felt she was going to get shouted at, but thankfully Su let it go, shaking her head and smiling slightly. "Yeah. It was… Really exciting" she said, eyes bright.

Smiling widely, Morgan pulled her into a sideways hug. "See, I told you you'd enjoy it. Though I must admit, I didn't expect it to be so... entertaining."

They came to the door to the library and Su's expression darkened.

"Come now Su, it will only be for an hour… Ish. You saw what I was like with Miss Skeeter, didn't you?" Su nodded with a sour face. "I need this. Besides, Maria's probably on deaths door right now, it would just be cruel to keep this experiment running any longer."

Su didn't really look any happier, but she didn't say anything as Morgan went inside.

Down the hallway, one of the doors went into a lounge area, with plush chairs and sofas. It was here that she found Maria, looking half dead. Her skin was pasty with deep bags under her eyes, her once beautiful hair was now dry and lifeless, frizzy and stringy. And she looked so thin… She knew Morrigans could only feed during sex, but she'd never seen Maria looking so starved right now.

Well, it was all for a good cause. In fact, this was a rather good sign.

Maria snapped her face towards her, honestly looking like she'd just walked out of a horror movie. Before Morgan could even say hello, Maria's power filled the room, diving into her mind and stirring her already high lust into an uncontrollable inferno. Almost cat-like, Maria pounced on her.

When Maria was finished having her way, Morgan could barely remain conscious, her energy having been drained away to an extent she'd never felt before. So exhausted… But so worth it. For the first time in weeks she felt satisfied.

Maria was checking her appearance in a small pocket mirror, fussing over her now perfect hair and amazing skin. "You said you'd visit every week" she said, snapping her pocket mirror closed and glaring at Morgan reproachfully. Honestly, how did she look so damned perfect? They'd been fucking like rabbits, yet she had barely a hair out of place.

She took a moment to get her gasping under control. "Wanted… to see if you… would use the drug dealer we have imperiused to feed yourself."

Maria raised an eyebrow. "You know how I feel about that."

"Exactly. Honestly, your obsession with consent is why I did it. I needed to see if the imperious curse had any, shall we say… corrupting side effects, before I start using it myself. If you would use the imperious to fuck someone, even when you were dying, then I knew it was true. I still remember how against my plan for Miss Skeeter you were."

Maria grabbed her nose, breathing deeply. "You- you actually bought into that crap about dark magic corrupting your soul?"

"I wouldn't say I bought into it. If I'm honest, I'm not even sure where I heard it. But one has to be sure, I'm sure you understand."

Letting out a deep sigh, Maria said, "Just don't do it again, please. Do you know what I had to go through? It's not like I can risk revealing what I am to someone else. And our dealer? I had to stun him, I couldn't keep up the imperious anymore, which means no business. No business, no gold."

Ah. Well, that could have been a problem. Hopefully her customers hadn't gotten desperate enough to search out other dealers. "It's not like it's been easy for me either" she groused. "I've been so pent up I've had to hump my pillow. Honestly, a pillow! I haven't done that in... years." Decades, even.

"Yes..." Maria drawled. "Because you're withdrawal from sex is anything like what I went through."

With a pout, Morgan slowly pulled herself into a sitting position, her body shaking. She was a mess: sore, sweaty and she felt… sticky. Looking around the room, she could see her clothes haphazardly thrown around the room, and…

Su, sitting in a chair and glaring at her. Well… whatever. She'd seen it all before.

"Speaking of business… Start poking around for… Shall we say, clients, for a high class prostitute." At Maria's raised eyebrow, she explained. "There's a girl at school, a seventh year. A metamorphmagus. If everything goes as planned… She won't be able to say no."

Maria flinched. "Is that really necessary? She's still practically a child…"

Morgan raised an eyebrow. Considering what Maria had been doing to her, for years even, that was a rather strange complaint. Though she wasn't actually a child, and deep down she supposed Maria probably suspected that. "Really, as though I could ever let such potential go to waste. Surely you can see how much the girl is worth. Just think of the information she could gain if she learns some mind magic." Tonks was simply the perfect honeypot, especially with some legilimancy. Able to look like anything you desired, anyone you could even imagine.

She wasn't about to let such a powerful weapon slip through her fingers over some small morality concerns.

Maria sighed with a pinched expression. Well, she'd get over it, she knew things like this would be done.

For her goal, this level of ruthlessness was the bare minimum required.

Author's note: Hopefully, things in my life have sorted themselves out and I can finally get back to this story. Join next time (hopefully) when Morgan learns the world ain't gonna bend over and just let her do whatever she wants. She's stepped on some pretty big toes, though she hasn't realised it yet...