A Gift for Fleur

Long, pale fingers that seemed to glow toyed with a Galleon.

It spun ceaselessly like a top on his fingertip, and the shadow of a luxurious room flashed by.

With a snap, the Galleon landed in the woman's hand.

"What do you think? You're satisfied with the gift, right?

A mansion you can carry with you.

As long as you don't accidentally spend it as a real Galleon,

you can keep it forever." On the beech tree platform, Ryan gently lifted the woman's smooth, fair chin and lightly touched her cherry lips.

The woman said nothing. She slowly crawled toward Ryan.

Her eyes drifted downward, her fragrant lips parted, and she moved closer to the shadows.

Her hand gently drew up what lay in the shadows. Lowering her head, she treated it as though it were a priceless treasure.

An hour later, Ryan stretched lazily.

Fleur rinsed her mouth beside him.

"Look what I found. Your rivals are discussing tactics." Ryan coughed, trying to steer the conversation toward something that could pass review.

Having finished rinsing, Fleur raised an eyebrow. "Kate and Penelope? Kate is indeed a formidable opponent, but Penelope?"

Fleur gave a soft snort of disdain.

Penelope's only advantages were her blonde hair, big breasts, and the fact that she was not loose.

And that she had a good personality and had known Ryan the longest.

"Penelope would be heartbroken if she knew.

Other than Kate, you're practically her best friend." Ryan shrugged. "But this time, I meant Harry and Krum."

"Another strong-and-weak pairing.

That Potter is worth looking forward to as an opponent.

Ryan, you said he briefly became a god in April, didn't you?

Although he gave it up in the end, he was still once a god.

But Krum?

Isn't he just a Quidditch player?"