Semi-conscious, cock erect, and buried blissfully in Malfoy-purchased bedding, Mickey couldn't be lapping up more of the good life. A Greengrass could probably do better than this...but for now, he loves Agatha too much to abandon her.

At some point he's going to...and he does. He reaches over, for Agatha...and discovers a wallow, in the bedding, where she was.

He sits up, on the bed, yawns, and stretches...and hears the call of nature. Doubling over, he scurries down the hall, and slams himself into the loo.

Remembering last night's freaky experience, he raises the toilet lid with caution. He stands before the U-bend, and loosens his briefs...also with caution. Nothing happens...

Aloft, he hears the fluttering of wings. Slowly, he looks up. At the same time, his urine starts flowing...

Still in the vault, the winged keys flutter around. They're mostly silver; a few are bronze. A few have emerald ornaments hanging from them. Only two or three have sapphire ones; and they're the bronze keys.

Mickey scoffs, and looks back down. Somehow, he's managed to enchant his own urine, to where he couldn't miss the U-bend if he tried...

Mickey's no fool. At school, Moaning Myrtle terrifies him, just as she terrifies all the other students. Even so, she was a fellow Ravenclaw...if not one who was a teenager during Grindelwald's Reign of Terror. Hence, for some reason, Mickey would rather be sharing a loo with Moaning Myrtle, than sharing one with Nord Malfoy's toilet-frequenting keys...

All empty, he washes his hands, and travels down the hall. He's still in his briefs. He passes a balcony, overlooking the entrance hall of Malfoy Manor.

The front door vanishes. One of the Selwyns's kneazels gets let in.

Ms. Shelestenko lets herself in. She's in something loose, revealing, and green.

She sees something on the floor. She bends over to pick it up. Here, Mickey stops and stares...down the Ukrainian bride's blouse. Micky SO dreams of going spelunking down that canyon...

What is he saying? One doesn't spelunk down a canyon; they...

The kneazel rubs up against Mickey's ankles, distracting him. Mickey blinks, and scurries off.

In his absence, Ms. Shelestenko looks up and around, confused. Alas, she soon loosens her blouse-as if it wasn't Toulouse-too loose already-giggles, and goes about her business...whatever inactive slothery that might be.

Down the hall, there's a door. And there's a plaque, just over it. It reads, BOOT CAMP SHED.

Inside, a silver goblet sits alone, on a table. It's got a strange potion in it. A twist of shrivelfig hangs from the goblet rim...

Deviously, the goblet transfigures itself into bronze...as if anticipating a new owner. In addition, it jewels itself with sapphires...

All around the room, Agatha grabs things, and uses them to pack a trunk. The room seems to lack décor...or optimism of any kind.

Its ceiling is bewitched, to constantly look like an overcast sky. It thunders a lot, and there's lightning...but the lightning is never air-to-ground, and the ceiling never rains. Although sometimes there's a mist, and the house-elves have to wash and replace everything just to keep the room in Azkaban-shape.

Still in his briefs, Mickey stands in the doorway. He sees the goblet, and his pharynx suddenly becomes a desert. He'll soon wish it hadn't.

He needs not feel bad about being underdressed; Agatha's still in a loose and revealing green top. She's not yet bothered to dress for where she's going. But then, being a witch, even an underage one, has its advantages...

"This is unexpected," Mickey says, looking around. "And yet...not entirely incomprehendible… Not that I mean to insult you, or anything." He runs his hands over his hair. "A lot of boys kind of like a bad girl."

Agatha whirls, and acknowledges him. She straightens out her loose and revealing clothing, for him. Mickey just loves it when she does that. She doesn't make him as hard as her new stepmother does...but she makes him hard enough.

"I'm sorry to bring you into this, Mickey," she says. "But I never did find the will to tell you."

He shrugs. "That should be expected. You are a Slytherin, after all. Care to...tell me about what you did. You don't have to, if it hurts."

"No, please; I may be just a little girl, but I'm sure I can talk about this with you without breaking down." She stops packing, so she can explain. "As you might remember, I went home during the Easter holidays."

Micky nods, half-smirking. "And left me sharing the castle dormitories with that terrifying amazon-wannabe Bulstrode witch."

"Yeah. Sorry about that. She can be a bitch, now that you mention it... Anyhew, while I was here... Well...let's just say that the boys here have LONG-outgrown Easter egg-hunting."

"I can imagine."

"It was the LeStrange twins' idea...and naturally, they put the Carrow twins up to it. Cormac Yaxley was invited, too; he brought the magic staves. (No applause.) The LeStranges are a few years ahead of us, at school..."

"I know who they are."

"Anyway, ordinarily I probably would've rejected them. As fun as a lot of their activities look...first of all, they're often illegal, and second of all, the local twins here can get too rowdy for me...as thrilling as I sometimes find it. And I sure hope you don't take this the wrong way when I say this, but..." She starts fidgeting, and straightening her blonde hair in a hurry. "When they invited me to come along, they said that the Prewett boys would be there."

"O my forking gourd," Micky half-exclaims.

"Don't worry," she holds up her hand, "we didn't do anything intimate. In fact, only one of them showed up. Darius...said something about how Elias had a VERY important affair, over at the Weasleys, to resolve."

"Mm-hmm, I'll bet he did. And I'll also bet that he didn't...deliberately leave Darius, the older and more experienced one, alone with you on purpose..."

"Mickey? We've talked about this. We both know that I can't help it that I'm attracted to the Prewett boys."

Mm-hmm; like I can't help it that I'm attracted to your new stepmum?"

There's a long silence. Agatha takes a while, to keep continuing her story.

"Anyway, long story short, we all got caught." She throws some folded clothes into her trunk. "And I, at least, have been sentenced to thirty days of boot camp...and I will be gone, until then."

"Shite."

"I know. Like I said, I'm sorry to bring you into this. I never wanted to cut our summer together in half..."

"You know, Agatha, this isn't the first time one of the Prewett boys have lured you into trouble. In case you haven't noticed, it seems that every time you fall for one of their...more physically mature charms...hexes, if I dare call them so..."

"Well...YOU haven't exactly been string-free for me, either. Like that time in Hogsmeade, when you first hit on me..."

"That was different! I didn't know that there were other guys into you!"

"I'M A BLONDE, IN SLYTHERIN! Of COURSE I'm going to always have more than one wizard staring at my ass!" She calms down. "Sorry; it's been a long time for me to tell you." She whirls, and chunks some cloth-wrapped utensils into the trunk.

"Well... I SUPPOSE I could try to stay sane in your absence... And if I can't do that here, then by all means, there's always the Carrows, the LeStranges, and the Prewetts…"

"The LeStranges are both in Azkaban; they're both seventeen-plus, and were when we went off and did all that shite together. The Carrows have gotten boot camp, too; they'll be tolerating theirs in Iceland."

"Of course. And Darius?"

"I haven't been told. The Ministry courtrooms know how I feel about him, and have used that as justification to keep me in the dark about him. Elias is still footloose and free as legal, but...he might not be as fun to be around, without his brother."

Mickey heaves a sigh. "Well, you might be right. Anyway, I'm more than sure I can figure something out. I am a Ravenclaw, after all...and I'd sure hate to bring shame to Rowena's mind, by shaming my own."

Agatha scoffs. "Just as long as you don't, instead, bring more honor to Rowena's hooters, by falling for Step-Mum's while I'm gone."

"Hey!"

"Look, Mickey, it's just as hard for me to accept your attraction to Step-Mum as it is for you to accept my attraction to the Prewett boys. But I'd think that as long as I've found a sane way to deal with yours, can't you at least TRY to reciprocate that?"

"I'm a guy. It doesn't work the same way for me."

"And I'm not suggesting that it should. I'm just begging you to find a way." She comes up to him, and takes both of his wrists in her own crossed hands. She looks up into his blue eyes, with her own green ones. "I REALLY like you. And when I'm with you, I can barely remember the Prewetts. When I'm with the Prewetts, I want you more. YOU make me my wettest. PLEASE don't ruin that for us...if there's one thing you can do."

Mickey nods, with a softer tone than before. "I'm a protégé of Ravenclaw...and of Flitwick, contemporarily. Under my rule, there will ALWAYS be at least one thing."

She sighs, and gets back to packing. "It's good to hear you say that. I just wish I didn't think that chance was three quarters of your allies."

Mickey shrugs. "Gambling's not hard. All you've gotta do is go with it."

"As much as I would love to agree with you... I'm in this shit because I gambled...and now I have to spend a month away from you, and I have NO idea how I'm going to stay sane if I can't access either you or either of the Prewett brothers."

Mickey sighs, and looks around. His long stare falls upon the goblet.

Agatha asks him to get something for her. He does. As he does, he path causes him to lean right over the surface of the goblet's potion.

As he stares down into the potion, the liquid emits vapors. Also, he swears he can hear voices beneath its surface. "Drink me," they whisper. "Drink me. Drink me. Drink me..."

Mickey shrugs, and drops Agatha's article onto the floor. It's a mint-green pair of panties.

He squeezes the shrivelfig twist into the potion, and leaves it on the bronze tray the goblet was brought in on. (The tray was silver, when a house-elf left it here.) Next, Mickey takes up the goblet, tips it, and chugs its contents right down.

Agatha turns, and sees what's happening. "MICKEY, DON'T..." She sighs, and shakes her head, once she sees it's too late.

Mickey finishes the goblet...and chokes, when he finishes. He sets the goblet back down...next to the now-shriveled shrivelfig, on the small dish. Once the two dishes are reunited, they shapeshift back into the non-jeweled silver commodities they were before.

All around Mickey, the room gets bigger...and that includes the pair of mint-green panties, with lace lining, that he'd dropped in order to drink the potion. Now, Agatha's panties are as big as a tent.

Agatha stands over him, with mountain-sized feet, like a hot goddess. From down here, he can see her camel toe better than he could five minutes ago...

Agatha sighs, and hides her eyes with her hand. "O fuck," she mutters. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"Uh, Agatha?" Mickey's not sure if she can hear him, but he tries anyway. "What...EXACTLY did I just drink?"