When Ginevra and Pansy came over to pick up Hermione for brunch on Sunday and Hermione was not quite ready, Circe wasted no time at all.
"Do you two ladies know of this prince Draco Malfoy?"
Pansy choked on her prosecco that she had opened while they waited for Hermione to be ready. Ginevra smiled widely, "We do know the Slytherin prince Circe. Why do you ask?"
"He is Hermione's neighbour." Circe shared, "And he came to borrow milk and Hermione was wearing her very small robe! And he looked like a hungry man at a feast, but Hermione refuses to consider that a prince would have interest in her. It is as though she has not looked in a mirror. Why if we were in my day -"
Circe stopped when she realised that Ginevra and Pansy were laughing uncontrollably.
"What is so funny ladies?" The portrait demanded.
"I'm his son's godmother," Pansy smiled, "Like a starving man you say?"
"Have you seen her tiny pink peplos? It barely covers anything, although it would be better if it was sheer. A man can never resist seeing all of a woman's skin."
"Or a woman for that matter," the red head toasted the portrait.
"Oh that actually reminds me, I was trying to tell Hermione this story about my entanglement with the priestess of Artemis on Lesbos and she became so offended. Let me tell you ladies though, that woman's skin tasted like apple blossoms and honey. I swear on my mother's magic."