Theodore Nott (

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It still was rather unbelievable--for a moment he had a thought along the line of it being something like the earlier spectre...where it was realistic but completely not real. But he dismissed that thought when his hand was slowly lead up her thigh.

Theodore gingerly retraced the path she took his hand on and then back up again, up some more to her hips and waist, moving past the remaining scrap of material, up to her breasts.

He moved his hands as if they were trying to trace the landscape of her body, carefully reading each muscle and the smooth skin. It was curiousity as much as it was lust above all else--certainly a preferred state of mind for him.

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