"Aunt Sophia has no time for men, except maybe to tease them and leave them hanging" Felicity chuckled. "She like handsome butches and elegant femmes, from what I've seen, early thirties at the youngest, glamourous fifties at the oldest. It's her house, she can do as she pleases, especially if she remembers to cast a muffling charm" Felicity giggled.
"But like I said with the smoking, she's no hypocrite." Felicity coloured a little as another admission surfaced. "A french family moved in to a cottage over the fields and through the woods from us. They have a daughter my age, and while she floos to Beauxbatons for term time, over the summer, well..." She left it hanging for now, to tantalise and let Megan's imagination go to work.
"As for a celebration; You, me, some privacy and no classes the next morning?" Felicity leaned in a little, almost as if she were going to kiss Megan.