"I just didn't think they'd be at it this long," Enola hummed, thoughtfully. She moved to get into bed, involuntarily clutching at her exposed nipples as she undressed on the way, driven by the sexually-charged air still soaking through the entire house. She didn’t even notice she was doing it, until she caught Neville just gawking at her. But she had no intention of stopping. "Then again, poor Min has been waiting for Harry to take her to bed since she was, what? ... fourteen? fifteen? ... that’s a lot of sexual tension to work out, isn't it?