Horace shrugged. "That is true," he readily agreed despite his gesture with his shoulders. "As with any group, there are those who bring about an ill name for it. A few bad apples and such," he added in further agreement.
Horace nodded thoughtfully, too lost in his own considerations to notice Fleur's pauses. "True. But, to bring up a counter point, is there a point where one is too innovative and rebellious and eccentric to teach others? Or to help teach others?" Horace chuckled. "Those words of description are a bit of an exaggeration for the sole point of making my point, of course."
Lavender, while the two talked, was quite happy for the distraction she was giving to herself. Who wanted to hear professors talk about school stuff? She kept stroking and rubbing and soon, she cried out again in orgasm. She had been so ready to shag that it didn't take much for her to carry herself over the edge.
"Yes, though she wouldn't have done well under Severus' mentorship, I suspect. However, I would not have feared for her like I would if she were to be Amycus' assistant."
Lavender cried out a third time. Her knickers were now totally soaked. Now it was time for a bit of "revenge". She peeled them off, making herself moan as they clung to her, and left them on the bed for Fleur.
Lavender was one of the very few who knew how to get out of Fleur's unnoticed. She crept out of her fiancé's quarters and went back to Gryffindor. She knew Fleur would be frustrated but, this way, their reunion would be that much more desperate and a lot hotter for it.
It might even mean she'd see Fleur while Gabrielle was visiting...
Horace looked at Fleur questioningly. "Are you considering Ginny? I wasn't aware that Charms was a specialty of hers?"