Delightful fic and art combination! I really like all the little details, including the secondary pairings, the friendly (and dare I say Slytherin) sparring, and Horace's wand up his sleeve. And Xiomara jumping on the upholstered Horace and shoving her hands between the cushions? That image is going to stay with me for a while. I love the pictures as well, particularly of Slughorn (there's just something that warms the cockles of my heart in your depictions of him) and Firenze and Trelawney galloping off into the sunset. (Also, any fic that includes the line I'd certainly trade some awful speeches for some big juicy horse cock any day. deserves an accolade of some sort.)