"I've had seven stepfathers; perhaps, with the bracelet, the eighth will finally stick around." Blaise laughed darkly. "I just wish Rookwood would have left her at home. Bit hard to get sucked off by a veela when your mother is in the next room getting impaled by your colleague." Hermione looked out the corner of her eye and saw a stunning woman with lustrous black skin, and silky spirals of midnight hair sitting on Rookwood's lap, her hand playing gently over the crotch of his pants. 