Merlin. Of course, he’d be the one to find her in this state. Her crush on the handsome DADA professor had only grown over time. She thought about him constantly. She thought about the joy in his eyes as he taught his students, and thought about his kindness towards Harry. She also had some thoughts that weren’t so wholesome. She imagined what it would feel like to be pressed against his body, she wondered what it would feel like to have his hands run through her hair, and how he would taste. The witch had spent countless nights with her hands between her thighs wishing they were his. But she knew all that thinking was a waste of time. He was a grown man, he surely was experienced with women, and even if they were the same age, there was no way he'd settle for someone like her.