I’m not the biggest fan of crack but this was very entertaining and hot. It was easy to overlook the cracky setting and enjoy your Adelaide’s disarming attempts at discretion. Those “on second thought” strikethroughs were hilarious and, luckily for us, she was an astute observer and an excellent storyteller. :) Like here:
I have known Mr Wand for many years and in almost every way, and I know less about him than I do about cleaning charms. To my amazement, however, when it seemed he could breathe regularly again, he whispered to Mr Inspiration, "I think of you," and young Mr Inspiration replied, "Never can stop . . . thinking of you." I swear, it felt as if they were declaring their undying love, and a tender scene it was, too, until Mr Wand, great surly prat that he is, ruined everything hastened his guest's departure by declaring their visit over, and the price of it, ten Galleons.
Their second excercise in hospitapility was equally passionate. Mr Inspiration was so desperate and Mr Wand said the hottest things. I loved this:
"Does she fuck you like this? Do you let her? Can you bring yourself to ask her, Potter? Can you?" Mr Wand demanded, in between biting his way up Mr Inspiration's spine.
"Fffuck, just do it, already!"
"Eloquent as always, I see."
And this:
"You just want me, not her, not anyone else?"
Just when I thought it was impossible for the young man to flush more deeply, he did.
"Want you, not her, only you—I can't, I can't stop thinking of you, feeling you, everywhere."