“I did it as your teacher and as the head of the coven,” Abby told her. “And I told you why. It was a lesson. If you did not want this from me, I am sorry.” She was genuine in her apology. She listened to Cho make her choice.
“Then that is what I shall be. I will only involve you in the coven when I think it is something that you wish to learn,” Abby told her as Cho took off her robe and straddled her. She smiled softly. “This is not making it easy to have a serious discussion, my daughter,” Abby sighed, the distraction obviously welcome.
“Yes,” Abby told her. “Now that you have made your wish clear that you do not wish to be a part of it. Romilda is the second most potential and talent of any young witch at Hogwarts.” It was a bit of an overstatement, but the sentiment was true enough. “She is my apprentice, my first apprentice, but she is not my daughter.”
“You have your right to a childhood, Cho,” Abby reassured her. They had talked about this before and Abby still held the same opinion. “You and Luna should have fun and be girlfriends. You should probably have a few more before your time there is done.”
Looking at Cho, Abby began to stroke her thigh as she looked into the younger girl’s eyes. “I want you,” Abby purred. “Heart and body.”