After Party

A New Twist

“Well, I never …” sputtered Tonks. “Proportionate …” she nodded to herself, “Everything would have to be proportionate.”

Natalie laughed hysterically at the dumbstruck Tonks, and oddly fascinated Ana-Nicole. “Of course, Madame would … require a …” She motioned with her hands as she struggled for the right word, “matching male.”

Laughing, she fell against Snape’s side. “Indeed, we may say it’s not the size of the wave but the motion of the ocean, but …”

“Natalie, 'at’s not a wave you’re talking about, eet’s an outright tsunami!” Ana exclaimed, eyes still wide.

The ever dour Potions Master arched an eyebrow at the half naked woman leaning a bit drunkenly against him, “The motion of the ocean?”, he asked, which made her laugh harder, spitting out between pants, she tried another tack, “It’s not the size of the tool, but the skill of the carpenter?”

“What was the but ….?” Alexei sulkily inquired.

“Alexei, my friend, I think the ladies meant that the Madame’s physical endowments require a similarly endowed man,” Remus answered with a grin.

“Definitely no ordinary man.” Natalie nodded in agreement. “I vouch that I have never seen anyone like that …”

“I’ve never desired to see anything like that!” Snape snorted. No one drank.

“I ‘ave never lain down in the open for all to see!” Ana sniffed haughtily. Snape and Remus drank, toasting each other grudgingly first.

Tonks nearly fell over as she spun around to stare at Lupin. Natalie coyly examined her couch mate from under lowered lashes.

“I have never wanted to lay down in the open for all to see,” groused Alexei.

Tonks and Natalie toasted each other, drinking, then eyeing their respective wizards lustfully, both of whom shifted subtly to ease a certain rising pressure.

“Anything you have never done, Professor, that you would like to try?” Natalie flirted outright, turning to face him, finger tracing a small circle on his breast bone.

“Shall I make a list?” he offered, silky voice attracting all three women’s attention. Natalie flicked her wand at the table, and parchment, quill and ink appeared.

“Remus?” Tonks inquired watching the other two with an almost morbid fascination.

“Yes?” he answered, eyes suddenly drawn back to her small red triangle.

“Would you like to make a list?”

Lupin chuckled, deep down in his throat. “Why don’t we all make a list, then compare?” he added, while conjuring five more sheets of parchment and quills.

“Alright Remus, since this is your new game, establish the ground rules,” Alexei demanded as he reached for a sheet of parchment.

“I think this edition should be played in teams,” Ana asserted, reaching for her own parchment.

“Limit?” Tonks asked. “How many things should be on the list?”

“Five,” answered Remus authoritatively. “Ten for each team.”

“Time?” asked Natalie as she thoughtfully rolled her quill between her fingers.

“Before the Leaving Feast,” Snape put in his condition.

“’Ow to tell who ‘as won?” Ana asked.

“We are six capable practitioners of magic. We charm the parchments,” Remus instructed rationally.

“The items to be crossed off when completed. First list done to copy itself and appear for all the others,” Natalie agreed reasonably.

“Agreed,” said Tonks, looking around expectantly. Alexei provided his dagger. Natalie was the first to set her thumbprint in blood upon her parchment.

“D’ese must be true leests, no cheating just to win,” Ana commanded.

“What will be the prize?” Snape inquired, musing over his own parchment, toying with Alexei’s dagger.

“Ah …. The prize …” Remus thought aloud. “What would be an appropriate prize?”

All six fell silent, contemplating the winners’ boon.

“One night to be at the beck and call of the winner. Eight hours. No permanent … changes …” Natalie finally concluded, all eyes around her widening in surprise.

“No sharing of d’ee leests,” Ana huffed.

“What?” Tonks was confused. “How do we accomplish anything on the list if we can’t tell our partner?”

“Stealth,” Snape snapped, an evil smirk crossing his face, as he cast a sidelong glance at the witch intently scratching away at her parchment. Rising to the new challenge, he pierced his thumb, and set his print on his parchment before handing the dagger to Tonks.