A vine delivered to Neville a thin limb which he quickly Transfigured into a bundle of thin white branches. He slapped them across the tops of James upper thighs as James hissed in both pain and pleasure. The wood came down on him again and again until his pale skin was covered in blooms of purple and pink and spotted with red dots. It was enticing to see, to know he had marked James this way, but still, he wanted more.