"Shylock," Tyrin called, the tiny screech owl soaring to his gloved hand. It chirped slightly and he stroked its chest. The coast was clear, he moved into the forest, his wand alight. The owl took flight once more.

He has his wand held out, it had been hours since he entered. He took care moving quietly so not to alert woodland creatures. Soon he came to a clearing of bracken and some small white flowers. He smiled and sat down on a rotting log.

He took out a golden dagger, his potion making dagger and cut through the dirt taking the plant as a whole and dropping it into his pocket. He did the same with five others.

A wave of his wand produced a black cauldron, simmering with water. A table appeared next to it. He began to chop up the plants and drop them into the water, watching it change colour and scent to a deep pink liquid. He took out a crystal phial and emptied the contents into the potion. Stired three times clockwise, 4 times anticlockwise. Every movement was with precision and perfection.

At last, the potion was complete. Blood replenishing potion.

With the help of two more owls, Shylock brought down a crate of empty bottles. He began filling them all up.

Cecelia was walking through the forbidden forest, looking for her small kitten Amber. "Amber?" she called, unsure if she felt safe walking through. At the sound of a loud "CAAH!" (OOC: my impression of a crow lol)) Cecelia shrieked and ran. Before she knew what was going on, she had thrown herself, in fear, on a strange boy she'd never met.

"I'm so sorry!" she said, hopping up and helping him to his feet.

He took her hand and stood up. He didn't let go of it. her skin was so soft and creamy. He looked into her eyes for several moments before letting her hand go. He didn't look away.

"So, what is a pretty girl like yourself doing wandering through the dark forest?"

He tapped the cauldron and it emptied. This clearing would become his safe place from now on. He waved his wand and two cushion chairs appeared from nowhere. He sat down and guided her to the other chair which was extremely close to his.

She blused, realizing how close they really happened to be. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. "My kitten got away, and I know she likes birds a lot so I wanted to try to find her...Then I heard something awful and I was sure it was following me and-" At that moment she realized how stupid she sounded.

"I'm sorry...I'm just a fraidy cat is all..."

He whistled a terrible sound and it shook through the zephyr. Then another whistle responded and Shylock, the screech owl approached him holding the kitten in his talyns. Shylock released the kitten. Tyrin stroked it and handed it back to the girl.

"Its a good job you found me else Shylock would have had an early dinner."

He edged closer then stood up and took out a phial of liquid. He breathed it deeply then offered the concoction to the girl. "Pleasure Potion - my own mix."

He had a sudden burst of pleasure and the scene around him became vivid. Especially her.

OOC: Pleasure potions are basically drugs without the nasty side effects.

She hugged the kitten close to her chest, then looked at the boy. She shook her head. "No thank you." She crossed her long legs, the short leather skirt becoming home to the now sleeping kitten.

"What's it for?" Her eyes were full of vulnerability as she realized that she had heard of them, but she didn't really know what they did, or why they were made.

"They give a burst of pleasure to the user - a great feeling." His eyes were wide now, the full power of the drug taking effect. Smells, sights and touch all became ultra sensitive. It felt good.

He leaned closer to her and placed his hand behind her head. The drug was fuelling his own desire. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

She was suddenly very nervous, as she leaned back a tiny bit, their lips just hardly touching. As odd as it was, though she was a veela, she had made it a point not to snog, or shag anybody as of yet. That was what her sister did...and they were completely different in that respect.

She lay one hand on his arm, but didn't move the rest of her.

He pulled away, had he gone too far? He would allow her to make the next move. Even the tiniest touch that had been had felt excellent under the influence of the Pleasure Potion. He sat down again and admired her in all her beauty - hoping that she would retaliate with a kiss. If she didnt, he would be dissapointed, but there was still time.

She blushed such that it was very visible. "I'm sorry...I've just never...I um..." She shook her head, as though she was trying to physically straighten out her brain. "I've never kissed anyone before and I just..." She huffed.

"You startled me is all."

"Well if you make a habit of it, I wont be complaining," it was clear that he was the confident one of the two. With a little shove she could be more confident though, Tyrin thought. He took another drag of the Pleasure Potion.

"Do you drink?" He asked, a bottle of wine appearing in his hand. Yes, Tyrin was the bad-ass intellectual. He wasn't the teachers pet. he used his intellect in order to live up. Drink, pleasure potions, smoking. All the pleasures in life. He was still an O grade student though, his exams were unsurpassed.

She shook her head, a little disappointed that he hadn't kissed her again. "No...I don't. That's all Delilah. She drinks, smokes...Sex is probably her favorite thing to do next to torturing people...I'm a little less...Like her." She licked her lips and leaned back into her chair, which was quite comfortable now that she was taking the time to notice.

He stood and placed his arms on either side of her. He leaned down a little and rubbed his nose against hers. "Shall we try again?" He placed his lips next to hers, waiting for a response. He would go at her pace... but he would try to encourage that pace to be a fast as possible.

She felt his breath against her and began to blush profusely. "Well..." With that, and her heart pounding in her ears, she nodded, leaning up to touch their lips together. As nervous as she was, she felt that this was okay...Although her sister would be furious with her later on, whenever she found out.

He broke off then kissed her again, this time sliding his tongue into her mouth and taking her into a passionate kiss. The feeling was heightened with the potion. He broke off and moved down to her neck, biting it seductively before returning to her suculent lips once more.

Finally he sat down again. "Look at that, a boy and girl alone in the middle of a forest and look what happens." His wit was always a strong point.

Cecelia looked over her shoulder at him and sighed. She had never even wanted to kiss anyone before, so of course she would fall for someone that her sister felt belonged to her. This would be fun...But was he...would he...?

"Tyrin...Did you just do that to compare my sister and me? If so, that wasn't very nice at all!"

"I did it because I have a tremendous crush on you!" He was telling the truth. He wanted her to kiss him now though, he liked to instigate but he preferred to be the instigatee much more. He proffered her the pleasure potion once more. "Try some, you will be pleasantly surprised."

She sighed. "Well..." she was never one to submit to peer pressure but something about him had her drunk already. She sighed, then shamed herself by deciding she was going to drink some against her better judgement.

She reached for it, and had she known the true effects of the potion, she wouldn't have gulped down as much as she did.

Now they were both in ecstasy. He sat and pulled her onto his lap and kept his arms around her waist. He whispered into her here, "do you like the potion?" He rubbed her back with his hands.

She felt her body begin to shake, feelings taking over her whole body that she had never felt before, in her life! She began to breathe heavier, and even a whimper escaped her little lips. She turned around to him and took his face in her hands, kissing him harder than she meant to.

He smiled and bit her lip, but mainly allowing her to drive. It was a moment of passion, he breathed deeply. Shylock landed beside and watched his master like a silent servant. He placed both hands on her ass as she kissed him.

She whimpered into his mouth, sliding one leg on either side of his body, completely forgetting that she was in the short leather skirt. She took his face between her palms and allowed herself to be the wild sister for once. She dug her fingers deep into his hair, holding onto him tightly.

He smiled and moaned with pleasure. She was taking control... and he liked it. He let himself go with it, allowing her to do as she pleased. His hands moved up to her chest. He had no guilt that this was Delilah's sister - Tyrin did what he liked, when he liked.

Cecelia pulled back a second at the new sensation. Other than herself, her docterm and one year old Ian, nobody had touched her breasts before. Nobody at all. She licked her lips in nervousness and tilted into him, gently suckling at his neck. As the potion began to wane she was growing self concious.

"Accio." He whispered and another phial flew to him. He uncorked it and allowed the lovely gas to surround them 'topping them up' to full level.

Shylock had gone and come back again, he pecked Tyrin's hand and shunted a letter into it. In mid-kiss Tyrin read. Then burnt the letter. He had to go soon. But it would be ashame to stop all this.

Cecelia leaned up slightly, looking through cloudy eyes at all that was around her. "What was that?" she asked, sure that she had seen the owl fly past them just then. "Is something wrong?" She wrapped a hand around his shirt with the intent of taking it off of him.

"Nothing at all, it can wait," he said taking her into another deep kiss then helped her to remove his shirt. He traced his hand along her back and writhed under her control. He breathed in the aroma of the drug even more which added to the whole sensation

Her veela blood took her over suddenly and before she could even realize what it was that she was doing, she had begun to dig at his skin, thrusting her pierced tongue into his mouth. Her leather skirt was even farther hiked up than before, around her waist, and she leaned further into him, unable to control herself.

He began to massage every part of her, consumed by her Veela self: an irresistible godess. When she dug into his skin he felt pleasured. He pulled off her skirt and....


WITH ACCORDANCE TO LUMOS RULES WE HAVE TO INFER WHAT HAS HAPPENED AND WRITE "SOME TIME LATER."

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Tyrin began to place his robes on over his shirt and grey trousers. He winked at her. She had been good, if not painfully pleasurable. He placed his arm around her and kissed her softly. "That was good," he whispered.

Cecelia's eyes went suddenly wide. "What have I done..." she whispered to herself, then looked up at him. "Delilah is going to be so p****d off...at both of us. Me especially." She tugged her skirt back on and pulled her shirt on as well. "This is going to be horrible to hear from her. Maybe we..."

"We have an open relationship. May I suggest that we keep this a secret though? Just in case. There is no reason for Delilah to know about this." He made some tea in the cauldron and added a sprig of lavender. "Tea?"