Hell was just as stifling and uncomfortable as it had always been, nothing to do with the crisp, clean air that seemed to surround the entire Hogwarts grounds. But there was something deeply comforting about the stenches and the humidity, something that simply told them that they were back home, that they were in their element, that there were people here who just thought that they were random Imps and wouldn't look twice at them walking down the streets.
Moxxie hadn't realized how grateful he was for anonymity, but now that he had it once more, he never wanted to let it go.
They had landed smack in the middle of Imp City, and they were all anxious to head back home. Loona and Blitzo just took off without a word of warning, looking anxious to either dig their noses into a pile of cocaine or, in Loona's case, use her phone until her eyes fell off. Moxxie and Millie were just about to turn away and head back home as well when Stolas stopped them.
Moxxie had actually been surprised that Stolas hadn't taken off immediately after Blitzo to chase after him and his ass. "Moxxie - or do you prefer Mr. Potter?" Stolas asked. "Moxxie is fine," he replied, feeling horribly nervous. Stolas had never taken an interest in him before, and since he had realized that he knew very well who Harry Potter was, he had felt his leering gaze fixated on him. "I'd like to invite you and your wife over to dinner sometime," he said quite simply as if this were an everyday occurrence and they were old pals like it was natural that they should have dinner together. "Uhm… why?" Moxxie asked, forgetting who he was talking to for a moment.
Then, he looked back at the crown atop his feathered head and the well-cut fabric of his red cloak, the kind of material that only higher-ups could obtain in Hell, and he remembered that Stolas was a prince. "No reason. But you will come," he told him flatly, and something in his tone told Moxxie that to disagree would be a foolish mistake. "I'll send you the invitation shortly. Goodbye, now," he said and turned away, presumably to stalk Moxxie, his goons trailing after him.
When he was gone, Moxxie and Millie shared a look. They started heading back home. "What was that about?" Millie asked, and now there wasn't any excitement in her voice. "Stolas knows I'm Harry Potter. And all that that means, I think," Moxxie replied bitterly. Millie frowned. They continued to walk home in silence, both reveling in the clamor and filthiness of Hell, its reassurance of home.
Neither spoke of Stolas' strange invitation, but they weren't really thinking of it, either: it was no use speculating on what it was the demon wanted, and it was just another factor of craziness in their lives. They proceeded in a calm and comfortable quietness, both tremendously grateful to be back home, though it was surprisingly less satisfying than they had thought it would be.
Just when they were a broken few blocks away, Millie's eyes ran over Moxxie, and when she spotted the egg, she interrupted the silence. "Did you get kicked out of the contest?" She asked, remembering the tournament all of a sudden. Moxxie shook his head ruefully. "No. The Fleur girl covered for us," he replied, holding up the egg as unnecessary evidence. "But no one was pleased with me, anyway. I thought they were going to skin me." "Well, they're afraid of you," Millie said simply as if it was so obvious, and the moment that she said it, Moxxie understood that it was true.
He looked at her, a little shocked, and then down at his feet as they approached the door of their apartment. "Well, it's true, sugar, you're scary." "Mill," he said dejectedly, his bad leg almost giving way.
He had almost forgotten that it had been broken a few hours ago. "The big, bad Imp," she teased, holding him up gently, her hands passing slowly from his wrist to his armpit, curling over his shoulder as they went into the building, Millie walking backward as she faced him, her eyebrows jumping. "We both know I'm neither big nor bad." "Well… you're big in other ways," she said cocking her head and looking him up and down as if she were a ravenous, merciless hyena and Moxxie was a defenseless little cub. Moxxie started blushing. Hard. After all these years together, his blood still started, his head began pumping, and he felt pinpricks all around his body whenever Millie teased him.
He was feeling a little faint now, and not because of the physical strain of the day, but rather because as they wound up the ticket stairs of the apartment, Millie's nails digging into his arm with just the right amount of pressure, he felt the tension between them, the expectation. Lucifer, between everything that had happened, how long had it been since they had been properly together? He thought that that first night at Hogwarts had been the last, and Millie was not the type of woman to be kept waiting, even if it was just for a few days.
The excitement only started her up - and Lucifer knew there had been plenty of excitement these past days. He almost felt nervous about it, like at the beginning of their relationship, when he had been clueless and lost. Still, Millie had led the way, guiding him almost by a leash, and he had loved every moment of it - where he was nervous she was excited, where he was hesitant she never doubted, where he was shy she uncovered him, and that was the way that things were.
And now, she seemed to be uncovering him even with her gaze. When they reached their floor, Millie didn't bother opening the door just then, but rather she took the arm that she had been holding him by and roughly pressed him against the door, pinning him there so that his legs would not falter.
And though her movements were brusque and sudden, when she leaned forward, her nose inches from his, she hovered a moment, her lips barely brushing his, and held the stance. So it was going to be one of those times. Sometimes their sex began feverish and desperate when they couldn't hold it in much longer, but Millie seemed completely in control of the situation despite the time that had passed. And Moxxie like it when she was in control: those were the best times.
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She very slowly and deliberately moved closer and closer to him, inch by inch, until her lips finally touched his. Moxxie's impulse was to pull her closer, to deepen it - he could already feel his desire rising to the point of despair, that quickly, but Millie was far too in control, and she pushed his head back against the door, holding it there so that she was fully in charge of the profundity of the kiss.
She barely began opening her mouth, and just as Moxxie was certain she would slip her tongue into his mouth, she pulled away and kissed his neck, nicking his skin every now and again, working her way up to his ear. When she reached it, she whispered to him, causing every hair on his body to stand on end.
Moxxie had never met anyone that could control and work people quite like Millie did: it was like she had a sixth sense that always told her what drove you over the edge. "You protected me so well, big boy, you saved me, and now I want to repay you. You'll let me repay you, won't you, my Moxx-Moxx?" She said, tonguing the contours of his ear ever so gently.
He nodded as vigorously as he could, with her still holding his head down. "That's a good boy," she said, and one of her hands propped her against the door, the other snaking its way under Moxxie's shirt, touching his stomach and warming it up.
Such a direct touch was working its magic, and Moxxie already had to stifle a moan that threatened to break free from his mouth, but he couldn't, not yet. He wanted Millie to drag it out, and he didn't want to reveal how bad he wanted it already, although he suspected she was aware anyway.
Before he knew it, her free hand had turned the doorknob, and they both fell back into the apartment, just like they had when Moxxie had entered the room back at Hogwarts, but now there was no one there to watch them, to put a stop to them. Moxxie felt the excitement build up from his lower back and wind its way up to his blushing neck, nearly paralyzing him. Millie landed atop him, her thick thighs clenched and holding his pelvis down in place.
Her leg snaked out and slammed the door shut behind them. The apartment was dark save for the dim light that came from the street, and Moxxie hoped she wouldn't go to the bedroom - he wanted this right now, right here, he didn't care about the floor digging into his back or about the lingering ghost of the pain that he had felt the rest of the day - everything was opaqued. And even in the low light, he could see Millie enough, but he wanted to see more of her.
Though he knew that Millie liked to command even the very motions of his arms, he couldn't help but try to sneak past her and put his hand in the hem of her shirt, starting to tug it up. She gripped his wrist immediately and gave him a tsk tsk. "Now, now, my Moxxie, I thought you said you'd behave." "I will," he gasped, and now he felt another discomfort, the one pressing against his pants, throbbing against Millie even against clothes. She could control his limbs, but nothing said that he couldn't rub against her, and he slowly began to grind himself against her clothes, already feeling that pocket of warmth that he craved so desperately.
Now he really did moan. "Oh, that's good," Millie purred in his ear, propping her elbows down on the floor and lowering her face to his. "You want to do it again?" She asked in a low tone, her breath fanning over his ear and making him feel like he was on the verge of wriggling wildly beneath her like a trapped animal, and she could feel his coming resistance. "Moxx!" She exclaimed in fake exasperation, then she calmed and licked at his neck intermittently as she spoke, "you been calling all the shots out there, my big, great champion - but in here, it's different. Ain't you mine, sugar?" "Yes, I'm yours," he sighed, feeling how his breath was already coming up short. "My champion," she said affectionately, and then she propped herself up again.
Moxxie held his breath as she took the hem of her tight shirt and removed it from herself above her head. Her tits fell violently in action and then bounced back up again to their normal position, and the sight of it made Moxxie writhe with desire. He held himself up slightly, and Millie allowed him as he took one of her breasts in his mouth and started licking on her nipple, slowly at first but then increasing the pressure. "Oh, Moxxie," Millie finally moaned, and the sound of it made him grow more enthusiastic, sucking at her nipple and finally biting down on it gently as Millie ground her hips down on his cock.
He was desperate to take off his pants, to have his skin be closer to Millie's. As if reading his mind, Millie pushed Moxxie back down and wiggled back to remove his pants. The wands fell out, and Millie took one of them, looking at it, unimpressed. "I think you're more blessed than this," she said with a devilish grin, and then she flung it to the side and pried his underwear off.
His cock sprung up, nearly smacking Millie in the face. "Lucifer, Moxxie, did it grow even more in this time, or are you just that desperate for me?" She teased, and her tongue sprung out to lick his tip, which was right to level with his face.
The slightness of it made Moxxie twitch, and he couldn't take it any longer. He tried to get up, but Millie pushed him back down again forcibly. "Stop that. Don't you want to see what I have in store?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows as she removed her own pants, and now that they were both naked, Moxxie could feel the heat coming off of the both of them better, and he would've done anything that Millie asked. "Yes, yes, please show me," he begged, and Millie giggled as she crawled like a predator up to him and sat on his pelvis, deftly avoiding his cock, but when her bare pussy touched his skin, he could feel how wet she was already. Now she coaxed him up and then set herself down, both entwined, and with one dainty hoof, she pushed his head down gently.
But Moxxie didn't need to be coaxed into it, and he was desperate for a taste of her. He desperately went down, and Millie wound his white hair into her fingers as his tongue immediately began running circles around her clit. The roughness with which she pulled at his hair indicated how hard and fast he should be licking her, like a whipped horse, and he desperately lapped at her, stopping at moments to lick her up and down her slit, causing her to shudder. "Devils, Moxxie, you do it so well, you barely need that monster cock of yours," and with every word and every moan, Moxxie picked up speed. "Look up at me," she commanded, and his eyes skittered up to meet with hers.
He increased the intensity, and Millie had to lie down completely to fully revel in the feeling. He could see the way her marked stomach was clenching, breathing hard and fast, and he knew that she was getting close to climax. Sneakily, he took one of his fingers and began slowly winding it into her tight but very ready pussy.
When Millie caught on, she sprung back up, looking pissed. "You're bad, Moxxie. Mr. Potter, put that hand away," she said severely, and Moxxie smiled a bit as he tucked his hand away. He still worked hard, licking her everywhere now, running his tongue wherever he felt she needed some touch, concentrating on her pulsing clitoris, but the urge to put his hands on her was growing too strong.
He could see that she was nearly there, and then, just when he was about to suck hard at her and make her come for him, she halted him and worked him back up to her. She licked herself from his lips and stuck her tongue in his mouth. "Fuck me, Moxxie," she whispered and lay back, looking from him to his cock expectantly. Moxxie licked his lips.
Now that she was giving him a bit of control, he wouldn't throw it away. He edged closer to her, took his cock in his hands, and penciled it against her folds. Millie groaned, but Moxxie didn't stop there. He kept doing it until Millie was practically screaming. "I… told… you… to… fuck me… not… tease me," she let out between sharp breaths, and then a very unexpected thing happened. Moxxie shushed her. He actually shushed her. He had never done that in the middle of a sexual act before, and Millie's brows shot up when he did it, but her face immediately melted into one of amusement and desire. "Well, ain't we just…" she gasped as he slipped his cock over her clit again, "bold," she concluded, sighing. He didn't know why he had suddenly taken over like this, but he felt the weird Harry influence within him now, and he thought that it was actually a good turn. Millie certainly seemed to think so.
When he had teased Millie to a point where he thought she might kill him, he finally slowly began to put his tip-in. He slipped inside, and then he came back out, provoking moans and heavy sighs from Millie as he did it every time.
When he had had enough, and when he himself couldn't hold out any longer, he finally, though very slowly, put the entire length of his cock inside her. Millie let out a deep moan, and he did too, gasping with relief and an explosion of pleasure.
He pulled her legs apart to the point where she was almost completely split, and the desire to simply fuck her rough and fast all of a sudden was strong, but he contained himself and slowly started to move, stretching her out at his leisure until he was sure that he wouldn't shred her insides.
Millie was moaning wildly now, and every moment his vision blurred more and more, and he couldn't contain himself. He started pumping inside her, thrusting in and out, increasing his speed.
Millie could feel how his cock grew increasingly larger inside of her, and when he was gasping for air, at the very brink of coming inside her, she pushed him back and outside of her. The shock was great, but he braced himself when she now put his back on the ground and propped herself on top of him. "I'm still calling the shots," she informed him, holding his cock up and sliding it over her pussy, inserting it once more. Moxxie moaned as Millie worked her way up and down, her tits bouncing violently as she did so, and Moxxie grabbed them hard, twisting and pulling at her nipples as she moaned atop him.
Her sweat was trickling down her neck and through her black hair in no time, and as it landed on Moxxie's face, he licked it away with relish. She was in full control, and he couldn't slow down when he felt he was at the very edge - instead, she did it at her discretion, edging him slowly forward. She took his hand and shoved his thumb into her mouth, and it came out a drooling mess.
Millie didn't have to guide him, and he was already putting it down on her clit, rubbing hard and rough circles on it. Millie could feel that Moxxie couldn't take it any longer, and when she was ready, she threw her head back, her thighs smacking loudly against his body as she bounced up and down violently. "Please, let me come, Millie," Moxxie begged, clenching his jaw. "Yes, baby, do it now for me," she responded, gasping between moans.
Moxxie thrust his hips up to meet with Millie as they both clashed savagely into one another, and Millie came hard on him when his dick had engorged, his cum filling up the walls of her pussy a few moments later, extending her orgasm for a long time.
She sat there, decreasing her speed to a near halt as Moxxie came hard inside her, not daring to close his eyes for fear of missing a single one of Millie's expressions as she reached her climax. When they were both exhausted, she fell on her back. After recovering his breath, Moxxie leaned over to the side and held her close to his body. Even though they were pressed hard against the floor, the feeling of being home, the sensation of closeness, and the euphoria of being together lulled them both to sleep almost immediately.
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Blitzo was pretty pissed. He had found a mess of papers, letters, and a bunch of voicemails from plenty of angry clients that he had never gotten back to. He had also gotten back to the office to find that someone had actually stolen the door. One goddamn week that he was gone, and people had already started plundering.
He would receive no help from Loona, of course, who had been sitting, lying down, standing, and even sleeping while texting and on her phone. He could tell that she was horribly anxious to let everyone know about all the crazy things that had happened in the wizarding world, but the whole exchange with Stolas had left them all on edge, and they didn't want to put their foot in their mouths more than they had.
On top of all that, Stolas had been sex-deprived from the few days that Blitzo had been gone, so he had been riding his ass (or, rather, asking Blitzo to ride his ass) since the moment they had gotten back, bringing in elaborate sex swings and even some weird costumes the nature of which Blitzo didn't even want to disclose, or even think about outside of Stolas' bedroom. In fact, something that had perturbed him particularly was Stolas' delight with his new pigtail.
He had even asked him to oink in the bedroom. Unironically. He had also been incredibly clingy and even more pervertedly sexual than before, and this morning, while he was half asleep with a buttplug receiving his drool, Blitzo had finally managed to escape from his feathered clutches and sneak to his office to find the complete and utter mess.
He was completely overwhelmed by the situation, so he did what he could do best. He went looking for Moxxie and Millie. On the way to their apartment, he cursed under his breath the whole time, severely irritated.
He arrived in a foul mood to find the door locked. He groaned and pulled out the spare set of keys that they didn't know he had, just in case (in case of what? In case he wanted to, that was what). They entered with a long stride only to find them lying on the floor, wrapped in each other's arms, completely naked.
They jolted up when they heard the door opening, and Moxxie even let out a high-pitched squeal. Blitzo sheltered his eyes, but he had seen the worst of it. "Lucifer, get decent, you two." Moxxie scrambled up to drape a shirt around his waist. "Well, with all respect, sir, I didn't think I had to be decent in my own home!" Moxxie protested.
Blitzo noticed with some satisfaction how the 'sir' came back once they were in Hell. Good. This whole 'not being the protagonist' thing had been starting to irk him considerably. "Alright, alright, settle down. I wouldn't want that anaconda you got hanging down there to bite me," he said, and Millie actually laughed at that as she was covering herself up.
Moxxie blushed an even deeper red than he already was and looked from Millie to Blitzo like he was about to explode. "Can I look?" Blitzo asked as a courtesy - he had actually been looking the whole time. Besides, it wasn't like this was the first time that he had seen them naked. "Yes," Millie confirmed with a toothy smile, looking preternaturally chirpy.
Her black hair was a mess all around her face, and Blitzo gave Moxxie mental kudos for that. "Well, I'd love to let you two fuck-bunnies sleep all day, but we got a lot of work to do. The vacations can't last forever, you know." "That was a vacation for you?" Moxxie asked, rubbing at his temples.
His aches had begun again - it seemed that whatever they had given him yesterday at Hogwarts was wearing off ever so slowly, and he was feeling the consequences of the absence of medicine, and there wasn't exactly a lot of mellow aspirin in Hell - the mildest substance you could get was cocaine laced with rat poison. "Well, whatever it was, we need to get back to actual jobs, or we're gonna lose all our business. I've already started putting up all the flyers again," Blitzo informed them proudly. Moxxie felt a stab of guilt.
Should they even be working? He couldn't help but feel like he was cheating Blitzo by not telling him about all the money he actually had, but he couldn't spell it out well now. "Well, do we have a client?" Millie asked, going over to the kitchen and starting to make some coffee. "I'm working on it, but you know these assholes - you don't get back to them within the day, and they just blow off steam by getting an overdose instead of revenge. Won't be seeing them for a bit," Blitzo said, picking up one of the wands he found on the floor.
Moxxie snatched it from his hands the moment he thought Blitzo was getting a little too interested in its mechanics. "So, what do you need us for?" Moxxie asked, sitting down on a chair and rubbing his aching back. Sleeping on the floor certainly hadn't helped.
He might have to ask Millie for a massage later. His heart jumped with excitement at the prospect. "Someone stole the door. Made a mess. Whatever just get back to the office with me," he said in his best commanding voice, but it was plain to see that he was probably desperate not to be alone.
Moxxie felt for him, and he thought that maybe he had lost a little of himself in Hogwarts too - even being back home felt weird, like getting back to an unfamiliar bed that you still know very well, the only difference being in you. "Alright, just let us get dressed," Moxxie grumbled and headed over to take a shower.
When he emerged, he expected to find Blitzo gone, but he found him trying on his cologne by the dresser. "W-What are you doing?" He demanded, indignant. "I see why you smell like old people and mothballs, now," Blitzo commented, taking a sniff of his wrist. Moxxie threw a shoe at him, and Blitzo skittered away like a busy little cockroach.
Millie was ready to leave soon after, and they all went out the door. Before they did, though, Moxxie looked at the egg that they had brought home. It sat on their threadbare couch, looking out of place in its creamy glory next to the dilapidated surroundings of Hell. Without knowing why Moxxie quickly grabbed it and tucked it under his coat before they headed out.
It felt blessedly good to be in his own clothes again, smell like himself again, and be in completely familiar surroundings. Sure, there were also imminent threats down here, but they were more to your face. People would try to rob you, kill you, maim you, sexually harass you, the works - but it was usually a straightforward business unless you were a high roller.
In fact, if someone had tried to rob Moxxie right at that moment, he would've thanked them for their sincerity. "So, you going back to Hogwarts tonight?" Blitzo asked chirpily. Moxxie loosened his collar.
He knew that he should be going back to Hogwarts frequently - but that frequently? Maybe he could do with a day or two away, halt his training in order to restore his usual life. That seemed more than fair, right? Besides, he thought that the Triwizard Tournament was supposed to happen throughout the year, so he probably had at least a few more weeks until the next task, and that seemed like an eternity compared to the meager days that he had had between entering Hogwarts and battling the Firebird. "I don't know. I'm not sure if I should go back just yet," Moxxie gulped.
Millie gave him a look but didn't say anything. "You shouldn't go back. Like, ever. That place is a snake nest - maybe the next time you go back, the task will be just straight out shooting you. Seeing if you survive. That seems like something those people would do for sport, right?" Blitzo said bitterly. "Trust me, sir, I don't want to go back. But who knows what that freaking Goblet might do if I don't go back?" Blitzo huffed.
Moxxie considered what Blitzo would do in his situation. It certainly wouldn't be going back to Hogwarts. He would probably find some way to burn the whole place down or name himself as the new Minister of Magic somehow. But Moxxie wasn't Blitzo, and he didn't have the courage or the recklessness that he did, so he was just stuck doing what he did best: making mild decisions. "So that's what the egg is for? What do you even do with it? Grind up the shell, line it, snort it?" Blitzo questioned. "I…" began Moxxie uncertainly, "have no idea. I think it's supposed to be a clue." "Well, let's see then," Blitzo said, wrestling the egg away from Moxxie. Passerby's eyed the egg interestedly, but they probably didn't think it was worth it trying to rob the three of them for some egg that looked shiny. Moxxie protested as Blitzo took the egg away from him, and, to both Moxxie and Millie's horror, Blitzo crashed the egg down violently on the ground.
It made a great, resounding thud on impact, cracking the pavement. But it didn't break. Moxxie scrambled to pick up the egg, and he immediately checked it for scratches or signs that it had cracked together with the pavement. Upon inspection, he found that the egg was in the same perfect state as it had always been, with just a little vomit from the sidewalk on its side. "Would you look at that," Blitzo muttered, and Millie smacked him upside the head? Moxxie tucked the egg carefully under his arm and kept walking, but he felt guilty for something. He just wasn't sure what yet.
He was pretty pissed at Blitzo, but at the end of the day, nothing had happened, and when they arrived at I.M.P headquarters, he was occupied by other things. They spent the rest of the morning trying to get a new door, dealing with the horrible reception of the sellers, the carpenters, and everyone who had to get involved, because even though it was their job, they seemed completely unwilling to help.
Additionally, they had to sort out the mail, voice, and physical, and try to get back to people, deciphering who had drunk-dialed, who was pissed at their tardiness, and who had simply called them because they thought it was their dead aunt's number. Moxxie, at several moments, pointed out that a lot of it was a secretary's job, but Blitzo wasn't taking any criticism on Loona.
They had even had to clean up the mess of the celebratory party that they had had on their last job before they had fallen into Hogwarts, and it was shocking to see that the things didn't look that unkempt and that a lot of time hadn't really passed, and it had been the illusion of lifetimes between then and now. Moxxie watched his reflection on the broken bits of champagne bottles on the floor, and he wondered how so much could've changed in so little time. He was oddly unsettled by it, and he quickly got the work done.
Besides sorting through the things they hadn't done during their absence during working days, without a client and without a matter to discuss, Moxxie and Millie had nothing else to do there. Still, Blitzo kept finding menial tasks for them to aid him with, and they grudgingly helped out, not daring to ask him whether what he actually wanted was some company.
Finally, there was nothing else to irk them with, so just as they were heading out for some lunch, Blitzo blurted out, "So what about the egg? What are you going to do with it?" He asked, taking it with both hands from the table that they had propped it on.
The thing really was abnormally large and heavy. "I have no idea," Moxxie repeated, running a hand over his face. "I think we should try cracking it," Blitzo said. "You already tried that, sir. Didn't work." "I think he may be right, Moxx. I mean, what's an egg if you can't crack it?" Millie asked, her eyes glinting over with excitement.
Breaking something that couldn't crack against asphalt? It would be an interesting task, to say the least. "I don't know. I mean, what if we aren't supposed to break it?" Moxxie said uncertainly. Blitzo snorted. "So, what are you going to do - hatch it? You gonna pop it in your bussy and hope a baby chicken busts out a few days later?" Moxxie sighed, tired, feeling heavy and weary from the day.
The pains he had felt when he had woken had been the most intense of all, but that didn't mean he didn't still feel the consequences of the previous day weighing down on him. "I don't know," he said tiredly. "But is it ok if we keep it here for the time being? I don't want to drag it back with me right now," he said, feeling the oppressive heat of the day and dreading a walk back with a thing of that size. "Sure thing.
It looks like an ornament, anyway. If any clients see it, they'll think we're rich." "Right," Millie said, looking at the empty doorframe of the office. Without any further conversation, she and Moxxie took off. After getting some junk food, they headed back to their place, Moxxie more in the mood to take a nap than anything else.
When they opened the door, they found an elegant blue envelope inside, slipped beneath the door's gap. Millie set the food down on the counter and picked the letter up as Moxxie collapsed on the couch. "What is it?" He asked, looking at Millie's slightly preoccupied expression. And she hadn't even opened it yet. "It's a letter, I think. It has a royal seal," she told him, and Moxxie's frowned.
He had forgotten about the whole dinner with Stolas, and he flung himself back, sighing. Just another goddamn thing to worry about. "Well, let's open it later," he said, shutting his eyes and throwing his hands behind his head, trying not to worry about it. "No, Moxxie, I mean, I think it's the royal seal," Millie said, gulping. Moxxie's eyes snapped open. "What?"