She was starting to get wet while watching herself ride a seated Lucius Malfoy. She sent up silent appeals to Circe and Morgana that at least one of the remaining men on her hit list would be at the pub tonight when she arrived with Ginny. She wasn’t picky who it might be. Flint, Goyle Senior, Rodolphus Lestrange, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Pucey, and Rowle were all still on her to-be-fucked wall. She knew that most of them were free men.