Abby regarded Cho. It was clear that she did not wish to wait much longer. “Friday.” There were matters to attend to and Abby could trust Romilda to attend to them. “We will be alone and can share taking your virginity.” Abby’s innocence, such as it was, would still need to wait.
“Is that so?” Abby purred. “What do you suggest I do to…relieve you?” Her fingers continued to play lightly over Cho’s folds, relishing how wet the younger girl was. “It does not seem an easy task as you are wetter than ever, my daughter.”
“London,” Abby told her, her fingers still ghosting over Cho’s folds. “My parents have both passed away. My father was a Muggle and my mother was a witch of some mild talent. One that she forsook due to her own selfishness.” Despite trying to keep an even tone, bitterness crept into her voice.
“I have no siblings. I went to Hogwarts, I was sorted in Ravenclaw.”