Later that evening, the Great Hall buzzed with the usual chatter and clatter of dinner. The long tables were packed with students digging into plates piled high with roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and steaming veggies. The Gryffindor table was no exception, though the energy there had an extra spark tonight.
Harry sat with the Quidditch team, sandwiched between Katie and Fred, while George, Angelina, and Alicia filled out the row across from them. A little ways down the table, Neville and Ginny sat with a few others, close enough to catch glimpses but far enough to avoid suspicion of what was brewing—or so they hoped.
Harry leaned closer to Katie, keeping his voice low as he speared a piece of chicken with his fork. "So, tonight's the night, huh? Right after this, same spot. You ready to play teacher again?"
Katie smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she scooped up some mashed potatoes. "Oh, I'm more than ready. Last time was fun, but I've got a feeling this round's gonna be even better. Neville's finally stepping up, and Ginny—well, she's got that fire in her. They just need a little push."
Harry chuckled under his breath, glancing sideways at her. "A push, huh? You mean like the kind we gave them last time? You were practically glowing when they couldn't take their eyes off us."
She nudged him with her elbow, her grin widening. "Can you blame me? It's hot, knowing they're watching, learning from us. And don't act like you didn't love it too."
He snorted, shaking his head. "Fair. But tonight's more about them, alright? Neville was a mess trying to ask earlier. Took him half the walk to spit it out. Poor bloke's still half-terrified, but he's getting there."
Katie's eyes flicked down the table toward Neville and Ginny. Neville was fidgeting with his fork, his cheeks already pink, while Ginny whispered something to him, her own face flushed as she stole a quick glance at Harry and Katie. They both caught it, and Harry raised an eyebrow at Katie, who bit her lip to stifle a laugh.
"See that?" she murmured, leaning in so her shoulder brushed his. "They're already squirming, and we haven't even started. Bet they've been thinking about it all day."
Harry followed her gaze, locking eyes with Ginny for a split second. She immediately looked down at her plate, her ears turning red, while Neville coughed into his pumpkin juice.
"Oh, they have," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "Neville admitted they tried what we showed 'em. Said it was 'better than anything,' but now Ginny's ready to take it up a notch, and he's freaking out about screwing it up. They both are."
Katie's grin turned downright wicked. "Good. Means they're hooked. Tonight, we'll give 'em something to really work with. You think they'll keep up?"
Harry smirked, taking a sip of his juice. "If they don't, we'll just have to slow it down and show 'em step-by-step. You know, hands-on teaching."
Across the table, Alicia's ears perked up. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand with a sly grin. "Oi, what's this I hear about hands-on teaching? You two plotting something naughty over there?"
George jumped in without missing a beat, waggling his eyebrows. "Yeah, you're whispering like you're planning a heist, but I reckon it's less gold and more—well, you know." He made an exaggerated wink, earning a laugh from Angelina.
Katie rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with amusement. "Oh, shove off, you two. Not everything's a scandal."
"Could've fooled me," Angelina chimed in, smirking as she cut into her chicken. "You've got that look, Katie. Same one you had when you dragged Harry off after the Yule Ball back then. Poor girl couldn't walk straight for an hour."
Alicia snickered, nudging Angelina. "And Harry's no better. Look at him, smirking like he's got a secret stash of Firewhisky. Spill it, Potter—what's cooking?"
Harry leaned back, crossing his arms with a lazy grin. "Just helping out some mates, that's all. Nothing you lot need to stick your noses into."
George clutched his chest dramatically. "Helping out mates, he says! With hushed tones and sneaky glances? I smell a proper Gryffindor conspiracy. Bet it's got something to do with Longbottom and little Gin-Gin over there."
At the mention of their names, Neville's fork clattered onto his plate, drawing a few curious looks. Ginny elbowed him under the table, her face now a full-on tomato red as she hissed something at him. Harry caught it out of the corner of his eye and had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
Katie, meanwhile, didn't miss a beat. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table as she fixed Fred with a challenging stare. "Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Either way, you're not invited, Weasley. You'd probably faint if you knew."
George hooted, slapping the table. "Oh, now I have to know! What's got Neville looking like he's about to bolt and Gin-Gin redder than her hair? You two are up to no good, and I'm here for it."
"Leave 'em alone," Angelina said, though her grin betrayed her. "They're just having a bit of fun. Right, Harry? Katie? Some innocent, wholesome fun?"
Harry exchanged a quick glance with Katie, who raised her goblet to her lips to hide her smirk.
"Oh, totally innocent," he said, voice dripping with mock sincerity. "Just a little tutoring session. You know, sharing knowledge."
"Sharing something," Alicia muttered, loud enough for them all to hear, and the group erupted into laughter.
Down the table, Neville sank lower in his seat, while Ginny shot a panicked look at Harry and Katie.
Harry met her gaze, giving her a subtle nod that said, 'Relax, we've got this.' She swallowed hard, managing a tiny smile before turning back to her food, though her hands were trembling slightly. Neville, meanwhile, looked like he was praying for the floor to swallow him whole.
Katie leaned into Harry again, her breath warm against his ear. "They're gonna combust before we even get started. Look at 'em—Neville's a wreck, and Ginny's trying so hard to play it cool."
Harry grinned, keeping his voice hushed. "Give 'em an hour. They'll be fine once we're there. You still up for making it a show?"
"Oh, I'm up for it," she purred, her tone loaded with innuendo. "Question is, can you keep up with me this time? Last round, I had you panting by the end."
He shot her a look, eyes narrowing playfully. "Challenge accepted, Bell. Just don't cry foul when I leave you begging for a breather."
Fred caught the tail end of that and let out a low whistle. "Merlin's beard, you two are shameless. Begging for breathers? What kind of tutoring is this?"
"The kind that'd make your head spin," Katie fired back, winking at him. "Too bad you'll never find out."
George clutched his heart. "Cruel, Katie. Cruel! At least give us a hint so we can live vicariously."
Angelina swatted him with her napkin. "Let 'em have their fun, you prat. They're clearly enjoying winding us up."
Alicia grinned, leaning forward. "Yeah, but I bet Neville and Ginny aren't enjoying it half as much. Look at 'em—poor sods can barely eat."
Harry glanced over again. Neville was pushing peas around his plate, his face a mix of nerves and anticipation, while Ginny kept sneaking peeks at them, her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. When she caught Harry's eye this time, he held her gaze a little longer, letting a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. She froze, then quickly looked away, her blush deepening.
Katie noticed too and nudged Harry under the table. "You're evil, you know that? She's gonna melt before we even get to the good part."
"Good," he murmured back. "Means she's ready. Neville too, once he stops overthinking it. Tonight's gonna be one hell of a lesson."
The teasing from the team died down as they got distracted by a second helping of dessert—treacle tart and custard making the rounds. Harry and Katie took the chance to finish their food, their conversation shifting to logistics in even quieter tones.
"Same spot, right after this," Harry confirmed, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You bring anything special, or we just wing it?"
Katie's eyes sparkled. "I've got a couple ideas. Nothing too crazy—just enough to keep 'em on their toes. You?"
He shrugged, grinning. "I'm good at improvising. Long as you're there, we'll make it work."
She leaned in one last time, her voice a sultry whisper. "Oh, it'll work. By the time we're done, they won't know what hit 'em."
Dinner wound down, the plates clearing themselves as students started trickling out of the Great Hall. Harry pushed back from the table, stretching his arms casually. "Right, team, good chat. See you lot at breakfast tomorrow."
Fred smirked. "Yeah, don't wear yourself out too much tonight, Champ. Hogwarts needs you in top form."
Katie stood too, brushing off her robes. "Same goes for you all. Wouldn't want you pulling a muscle injury dreaming about what we're up to."
The twins cackled as Angelina and Alicia groaned, but Harry and Katie were already moving. They wove through the crowd, passing Neville and Ginny's spot just as the pair stood up. Harry caught Neville's eye and gave a subtle jerk of his head toward the exit—See you soon.
Neville nodded shakily, while Ginny bit her lip, her expression a mix of nerves and excitement.
Together, Harry and Katie slipped out of the Great Hall, their steps synced as they headed into the dimly lit corridors. The air between them crackled with anticipation and excitement. Behind them, the noise of the hall faded as they made their way over to the Grand Staircase, the thoughts of the lesson they were about to teach dominating their minds.
-Break-
The Room of Requirement was dim and cozy that night, the walls conjuring up a plush setup just for the occasion—soft rugs, a couple of cushy armchairs, and a wide, low couch where Harry and Katie were already tangled up. The atmosphere was thick with raw sexual tension, the kind that made your skin prickle, and the two of them were well past the point of caring about anything but each other.
Harry had Katie pinned against the couch, his hands gripping her hips as he kissed her hard, all teeth and tongue, like they were trying to devour each other. She had one leg hooked around his waist, pulling him closer, her fingers tugging at his hair as she moaned into his mouth.
They'd gotten there early, figuring they'd warm up before Neville and Ginny showed. But warming up had turned into this—a full-on, heated make-out session that had them both breathless and clawing at each other.
Harry's shirt was already half-unbuttoned, thanks to Katie's eager hands, and her robes were slipping off one shoulder, revealing the curve of her collarbone that he was currently nipping at. Neither of them heard the faint creak of the door opening.
Neville and Ginny stepped inside, right on time after dinner like Harry had said. They froze in the doorway, eyes wide, mouths dropping open at the sight in front of them. Harry had just yanked Katie's robes down her arms, leaving her in a thin tank top that clung to her like a second skin, and she was working his shirt off his shoulders, her nails raking down his chest. The sounds—wet kisses, low groans, the rustle of fabric—hit Neville and Ginny like a punch, and for a second, they couldn't move.
Neville's face went scarlet, his breath catching in his throat as he watched Katie arch into Harry, her head tipping back as he sucked a mark onto her neck. He swallowed hard, shifting on his feet, torn between bolting and staying rooted to the spot. Ginny, meanwhile, had her hands clenched at her sides, her cheeks flaming but her eyes glued to the scene. She bit her lip, a mix of shock and something hotter swirling in her chest as Harry's hands slid under Katie's top, pushing it up to expose her stomach.
"Bloody hell," Neville muttered under his breath, barely audible, but Ginny shot him a quick glance, her own breathing uneven. They edged forward, almost on autopilot, toward the armchairs set up a few feet from the couch.
Neither Harry nor Katie noticed—or cared. They were too lost in their own world, hands roaming, bodies pressing tighter, and lips clamped on one another.
Katie let out a soft laugh as Harry's fingers found the hem of her top, tugging it higher.
"Eager, are we?" she teased, her voice husky, before pulling it off herself and tossing it aside. Her bra was simple but tight, and Harry's eyes darkened as he took her in, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her tits through the fabric.
"Like you're not," he shot back, smirking as he leaned in to kiss her again, slower this time but deeper, his tongue teasing hers. She moaned into it, her hands fumbling with his belt, the clink of the buckle loud in the quiet room.
Neville sank into his chair, gripping the armrests like they were the only thing keeping him upright. His eyes darted between Harry's bare back—his muscles flexing as he moved—and Katie's half-undressed state. He'd seen them last time, sure, but this was closer, rawer than before. His heart was pounding, and he couldn't tell if it was nerves or the heat pooling low in his stomach.
Ginny sat next to him, her legs pressed together, her hands twisting in her lap. She couldn't look away from Katie's hands as they finally got Harry's belt undone, sliding it free with a slow, deliberate pull that made her throat go dry.
Harry threw the belt aside, not breaking the kiss as he grabbed Katie's thighs and hauled her up to straddle him properly. She grinned against his lips, grinding her pussy down onto his throbbing rod just hard enough to make him groan, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
"You're gonna kill me one of these days," he muttered, his voice rough, before catching her bottom lip between his teeth.
"Good way to go, though," she replied, breathless, and yanked his shirt the rest of the way off, leaving him in just his trousers. His chest was broad, scarred in places from years of trouble, and Katie traced one of the marks with her fingertips before leaning down to kiss it, her hair falling over her face.
Neville shifted in his seat, his trousers suddenly feeling way too tight. He risked a glance at Ginny, who was staring wide-eyed, her lips parted as she watched Katie's mouth move across Harry's skin. She caught Neville looking and quickly turned her head, but not before he saw the flush creeping down her neck.
"T-They're really into it," she whispered, her voice shaky, and Neville just nodded, too flustered to form words.
On the couch, Harry's hands were back on Katie's bra, unhooking it with a practiced flick that made her laugh again.
"Show-off," she muttered, but she didn't stop him as he slid the straps down her arms, tossing it somewhere behind them. She straightened up, letting him see her bare tits—a pair of perky mounds just large enough to fit in his hands, with hard pink nipples that protruded outwards, and his hands were on them instantly. His thumbs kept brushing over her nipples as he squeezed and fondled, his touch warm on her skin as he pulled her closer. She arched into his touch, a soft moan of approval escaping her lips that went straight through Neville and Ginny.
Ginny's nails dug into her palms, her breath hitching. She'd imagined this—after last time, how could she not?—but seeing it up close was something else. Katie's confidence, the way she moved, the way Harry's hands knew exactly where to go—it was overwhelming. She squirmed in her seat, a restless energy building in her belly as she watched Harry tilt his head to kiss along Katie's jaw, down to her throat, and then lower. Neville wasn't faring much better; his jaw was clenched, his eyes locked on the way Katie's hips rolled against Harry's, her pussy humping against his erection, the movement slow and deliberate, like she was teasing him on purpose.
Harry groaned again, louder this time, and flipped them so Katie was on her back, sprawled across the couch. He hovered over her, one knee between her legs, his hands working the button of her jeans.
"You're trouble," he said, his voice low and gravelly, as he popped it open and tugged the zipper down. She lifted her hips to help, smirking up at him.
"Takes one to know one," she shot back, kicking her jeans off once he'd pulled them past her knees. They landed in a heap on the floor, leaving her in just her knickers—black, simple, but somehow hotter for it. Harry's hands ran up her thighs, spreading them slightly as he settled between them, and she hooked a leg over his hip again, pulling him down for another kiss.
Neville's grip on the armrests tightened, his knuckles white. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Katie's legs, the way they flexed as she moved, or from Harry's hands, rough and sure as they explored her, fondling her tits, pinching her hard nipples, kneading the flesh. His mind was racing, half-panicked, half-thrilled, and he could feel the heat radiating off Ginny next to him. She was breathing faster now, her chest rising and falling as she watched Harry's fingers slip under the edge of Katie's knickers, teasing but not quite going further.
"Merlin," Ginny breathed, so quiet Neville almost missed it. She shifted again, crossing her legs like that might help the ache she was starting to feel between them. Her eyes flicked to Neville, catching his stunned expression, and she reached out, brushing his arm. He jumped slightly, turning to her, and for a second, they just stared at each other, both too wound up to speak.
Back on the couch, Katie was undoing Harry's trousers now, her hands steady despite the way he was kissing her like he couldn't get enough. She shoved them down his hips, and he kicked them off without breaking away, leaving him in his boxers. They were tight enough to show exactly how into this he was, and Katie's grin turned smug as she ran her hands over his manhood, making him hiss through his teeth.
"You're enjoying this too much," he muttered, nipping at her earlobe, but his hands were just as eager, sliding up her sides, then back down to her hips, tugging at her knickers without pulling them off yet.
"So are you," she countered, arching up to press herself against him, and he groaned again, burying his face in her neck.
Neville's mouth was dry, his pulse hammering as he watched them grind against each other, all slow rolls and desperate hands. Ginny's hand was still on his arm, her fingers digging in now, and he could feel her trembling—or maybe that was him. They were both caught up, unable to look away, the air in the room heavy with heat and the sounds of Harry and Katie losing themselves in each other.
Harry pulled back just enough to look at Katie, his hair a mess, his chest heaving. "Still good?" he asked, his voice rough but soft, checking in like he always did.
She nodded, tugging him back down. "Better than good. Keep going."
And he did, his hands roaming all over her sinful curves, his lips crashing into hers again. Both their hands went down, getting rid of the final remaining clothing on their bodies. All the while Neville and Ginny sat there, stunned, aroused, and silently counting down the seconds until they'd have to figure out what came next.
Their eyes followed the couple's movements on the couch as they shifted once again, turning around so that Harry was on his back.
Harry's hands gripped Katie's hips, guiding her as she straddled him, her soaked knickers and his boxers thrown on the floor. The air was thick, heavy with the sounds of their breathing—ragged and desperate—and the faint rustle of sweaty bodies as they shifted against each other.
Neville and Ginny sat frozen in their armchairs, a few feet away, their eyes wide, faces flushed, caught in a storm of shock and arousal they couldn't escape as they saw Katie reach behind herself and grab Harry's manhood, positioning it right at her entrance.
"Watch closely," she said with a wink over her shoulder at their audience who could do nothing but stare, wide-eyed, as she slowly pressed down, popping the head inside her eager pussy.
Harry didn't need any more motivation and he thrust up into Katie, slow at first, a deep groan tearing from his throat as she sank down to meet him. Her head tipped back, her lips parting in a soft, shuddering moan that echoed in the dim room. Her hands braced on his chest, her nails digging into his skin, leaving faint red marks as she began to rock her hips, matching his rhythm.
The couch creaked under them, the sound mixing with the wet, intimate noises of their bodies joining as his manhood speared deep into her welcoming snatch, and Harry's grip tightened, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.
Neville's breath hitched, his fingers white-knuckled on the armrests. His eyes were locked on Katie—on the way her back arched, how her breasts bouncing slightly with each movement, and her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His trousers were painfully tight now, and he shifted, trying to ease the pressure, but it only made it worse. He couldn't look away, couldn't stop the heat flooding his chest, his stomach, and lower. His heart pounded so loud he was sure Ginny could hear it, and when he darted a glance at her, he saw her in the same state—lips parted, chest heaving, her hands clenched in her lap like she didn't know what to do with them.
Ginny's gaze flicked between Harry and Katie, her flush creeping down her neck, staining her freckled skin red. She watched Harry's hands slide up Katie's back, his fingers splaying wide as he thrust harder, his jaw clenched, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Katie's response was immediate—she gasped, her thighs trembling as she ground down, her moans growing sharper, more urgent. Ginny bit her lip hard, a quiet whimper slipping out before she could stop it. Her legs pressed together, the ache building between them that she couldn't ignore, and her fingers twitched, itching to move, to do something, but she stayed rooted, too overwhelmed to act.
"Fuck, Katie," Harry muttered, his voice rough and raw, barely audible over the sounds they were making. He leaned up, capturing her mouth in a messy, hungry kiss, all teeth and tongue, while his hands roamed—down her sides, over her hips, then up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples. She keened into his mouth, her pace faltering for a second before she picked it up again, riding him with a desperate edge that made the couch creak violently.
His manhood keep drilling deep into her, his skin slapping against hers wetly as Katie fucked herself raw on top of him. Their lips moved erotically, tongues tangled messily, as he played with her tits.
Neville swallowed hard, his throat dry. He'd never seen anything like this—not this close, not this real. The way Katie's body moved, fluid and confident, the way Harry matched her, all strength and need—it was too much. His hands shook, and he pressed them into the chair, trying to steady himself, but his eyes kept drifting back to Katie's face—flushed, lost in pleasure, her moans cutting through him like a blade. Beside him, Ginny shifted, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts, and he could feel the heat radiating off her, mirroring his own.
Ginny's mind was a mess, thoughts scattering as she watched Harry thrust up again, deeper this time, making Katie cry out, her hands fisting in his hair. The sound sent a jolt through her, straight between her legs, and she squirmed, crossing her ankles tighter. She couldn't tear her eyes off Harry's chest—his muscles flexing, scarred and sweaty—or the way Katie's pussy gripped him, trembling with every move. Her own body felt foreign, too hot, too tense, and when Katie threw her head back again, a loud, unrestrained moan spilling out, Ginny's hand jerked involuntarily, brushing her own thigh. She froze, mortified, but the ache only grew.
Harry broke the kiss, panting as he pressed his forehead to Katie's, their breaths mingling. "You're so good," he rasped, one hand sliding down to grip her arse, guiding her as she rocked faster. She laughed, breathless and wild, before it melted into another moan, her nails raking down his chest again. The pace picked up, urgent now, their bodies slamming together with a rhythm that filled the room—skin on skin, gasps and groans, the couch protesting under the strain.
Neville's jaw clenched, his whole body rigid as he watched. His mind screamed at him to look away, to give them privacy, but his eyes wouldn't obey. Katie's cries—high and sharp—mixed with Harry's low, guttural sounds, and it was like they were pulling him apart. He shifted again, the friction of his trousers against him almost unbearable, and a quiet, choked noise escaped his throat. Ginny heard it, her head snapping to him, and their eyes locked for a split second—hers dark and dilated, his panicked and pleading. She looked away fast, but not before he saw her hand press harder into her lap, fingers curling into her skirt.
"Harry—oh, fuck," Katie gasped, her voice breaking as he thrust up hard, hitting just the right spot. Her head lolled forward, hair sticking to her sweaty face, and she clung to him, hips stuttering as she chased the edge. He growled, flipping them without warning so she was on her back again, her legs wrapping around his waist as he drove into her, relentless now. The new angle made her arch off the couch, a string of curses tumbling from her lips, and Harry grinned—feral and triumphant—before kissing her again, swallowing her moans.
Ginny's whimper was louder this time, impossible to hide. Her hands were trembling, one gripping the armrest, the other pressed low on her stomach like she could push the feeling away. She couldn't stop staring at Katie's legs—spread wide, shaking as Harry moved—and the way his hips snapped forward, all power and precision as he fucked her relentlessly. Her own pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out everything but the sounds in front of her, and she felt dizzy, lightheaded, like she might combust if she didn't move soon. Neville's ragged breathing beside her only made it worse, a reminder that they were in this together, drowning in the same heat.
Neville was a wreck, his chest tight, his skin burning. Every thrust, every sound—Katie's gasps, Harry's grunts—hit him like a physical blow. He watched Harry's hand slide between them, his fingers disappearing where their bodies met, and Katie's reaction was instant—she bucked, a loud, broken moan tearing from her as her nails dug into his shoulders. Neville's hips twitched, his body jerking involuntarily, and he bit his tongue to keep quiet, his face flaming. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe properly, just sat there, trapped in the sight of them—raw, unfiltered, and so close he could almost feel it.
Harry's pace faltered, his groans growing rougher, more desperate. "Katie—fuck, I'm—" He didn't finish, just buried his face in her neck, thrusting hard one, two, three more times before he stilled, a shudder running through him. Katie followed right after, her cry sharp and piercing as she clung to him, her whole body tensing, then going limp. They stayed like that, panting, tangled together, the room suddenly quiet except for their heavy breaths and the faint creak of the couch settling.
Neville stared, his mind blank, his body screaming. His hands were fists now, nails biting into his palms, and he couldn't move, couldn't process what he'd just seen. Ginny was no better—her chest heaved, her face a mix of awe and need, her hand still pressed low like she'd forgotten it was there. They didn't dare look at each other, not yet, too raw, too exposed, but the air between them crackled with something unspoken—a heavy heat that they both knew existed now. And they needed to do something about it.
Harry lifted his head, brushing Katie's hair back with a lazy, sated grin. "You okay?" he murmured, his voice hoarse. She nodded, smirking weakly as she caught her breath, her legs still wrapped around him.
"More than okay," she managed, pulling him down for a soft, lingering kiss. They shifted, untangling slowly, uncaring of the two pairs of eyes still fixed on them, wide and unblinking.
Neville finally exhaled, a shaky, uneven sound escaping him, and Ginny flinched at it, her hand jerking away from her stomach. They sat there, silent, reeling, as Harry and Katie settled into the couch, their bodies still close, their breathing evening out.
As one, they turned to their audience and matching grins lit up their faces.
"So… how was that for a lesson? Bit practical, no?" Katie grinned, naked and sweaty as she leaned against an equally naked and sweaty Harry who pulled her flush against himself, his hand immediately going to her thigh, stroking softly.
Both Ginny and Neville stared at the evidence of the other couple's lovemaking, Harry's seed slowly slithering out of Katie's well-fucked snatch and Katie's juices clinging wetly to Harry's softening manhood, before they slowly tore their eyes from the sight.
They felt eyes on them, and the room felt smaller now, the heat lingering between them. As they sat there silently, neither Neville nor Ginny knew what to say—or if they could even speak at all.
TBC.
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