“Mm,” Rupert hummed lazily in confirmation. He didn’t think much on the fact that a major reason blondes struck his fancy was the fact that his friend St. Claire was a blond. And he was very partial to St. Claires aesthetic. That was it, there was no other reason. At least that was what he often thought to himself.

“Oh, this is a hard one,” well, when it came to the two women anyway. Mister Bennett wasn’t particularly interesting but Madam Sykes was quite striking. Madam Bennett was also striking and Rupert thought she was tolerable enough. “Avada Mister Bennet. Crucio Madam Sykes and Imperio Madam Bennet. Imagine all the things I could be getting her to say to the girls.”