Ah — well, that was no matter. Perhaps she might be able to sneak out and grab some before Dory got up to make breakfast. She smiled to herself, realizing that he didn't know about her animagus abilities; not at least unless he checked the registry. And if he had, he hadn't mentioned any part of it to her. Perhaps he thought it would be too intruding a topic. Having had her laces undone by Dory just earlier in the evening, that would be highly unlikely. "I'd enjoy that," She replied softly, taking another sip of her tea before sending him a grateful smile over the rim of the cup. She had been foolish earlier, expecting such a gesture from Dory — he had remained in control all evening, despite his admission that he was aroused by the appearance of her — by her alone.

She hadn't the foggiest clue what the urges of men entailed, but she knew enough that he was likely exercising a great amount of control. For that, she was grateful. Mabel still felt the occasionally prickle of embarrassment at her state of undress, but perhaps it was the distinct knowledge that it would shock her muggle family all the way to their graves to know the position she was putting herself in that prevented her from adjusting herself more modestly. Either way, she felt content; the warm feeling she had experienced earlier that had pooled in her abdomen was gone, and in its place was a sort of content resignation.

Make no mistake, she still found her gaze hovering over his lips, and drawing to the corner of his mouth. Wanted to feel the sensation of being ardently kissed. But bless him, he was doing his best to retain control, and if she knew Dory and his gallant tendencies...perhaps this was a sort of personal challenge that she didn't wish to break for him. "Thank you for today, Dory." For everything - saving her life, and for taking her for a night-time broom ride. It was more liberating than she had thought it would be. And despite everything bad that happened, she was determined not to be fearful of brooms or of water.

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