Valmae's eyes popped open when he pulled her across the slick rock but they quickly slid shut again when he kissed her. Goodness, could she get used to this. There was something about Lancelot Troy's kisses that hinted at becoming very addictive if she allowed them to be.
As an athlete, she knew better than to get addicted to things other than playing, but she was thinking she could make an exception this once.
She rolled up on her side so she could look at him easier. "Fascinating is one way to put it." She was relaxed and strangely happy lying on a rock in the Welsh sunshine. "Yeah, they know about her. She's a wise woman to them. More like a witch doctor than a witch like in the Wizarding World. Honestly, very few folks our age believe any more, but the old folks would much rather go to her than to a Muggle doctor or hospital if they can. The Federal Bureau of Magic ignores people like her for the most part since she's not really breaking the Statute of Secrecy any more than a vaudun priestess does."