The idea of curling up with them for hours until first light was repugnant to her senses. So, she followed the formulaic mold she’d devised over many one-night stands with the dark wizards she brought to her home. She’d apparate them in directly from the pub and fuck them senseless, flaying open the once-powerful men. If they left right afterward, so much the better. She’d obliviate away any memory of the dalliance and shove them throve the Floo in her sitting room.