Clara moaned. The image in her head of someone doing that to Daphne was really exciting. Though, she didn’t think of it as Sara because that made her a little jealous. Unless she inserted herself into the fantasy.
“Merlin, I wonder why they would be infatuated with her?” Clara gasped with mock exasperation. “She is hideous!” Clara chuckled. “Actually, I think she is way more attractive that her sister.” She shrugged. “I don’t really see it with Fleur.” It was hard to think of her as Professor Delacour; it wasn’t like Clara had been an ickle firsty for the Triwizard Tournament.
Slowly, she disentangled herself from Sara and sat up. She looked at Sara and smiled.