needs to make sure he doesn't drink himself into a stupor. Are you sure you're all right with
this?" Remus asked Mia.
"I told him years ago, he's not allowed to have a veela stripper," Mia said, picking a
piece of bacon from Remus's plate, lips quirking as he struggled to not growl at either
woman for thieving his food. "I already know that Draco's paid for some poor Muggle girl.
Let the boys have their fun, I'll have some fun of my own."
Remus groaned. "I don't like that smile."
Mia chuckled. "I may have some stipulations to Sirius being allowed a proper stag
night."
Ginny stared across the round table inside Potter Manor's drawing room where the
large gathering of witches sat. Empty flutes of champagne, recently filled shots of
firewhisky, and their wands were set out on the table in front of them.
"I really don't think a wand oath is necessary, Hermione."
"Do it or we don't play." Mia shrugged her shoulders as she gave her friend the
choice. "I don't even like this game, to begin with."
Someone snorted to Mia's left, and she turned to glare at Tonks, who was smirking.
"What?"
"You just don't want to play because I know all of your secrets," Tonks replied with
a grin.
Mia was not ashamed to admit, "That, too."
Her hen night was a bit larger than Lily's had been. Though she suggested they all
get together to brew some potions, her friends and family members were adamant about
drinking and games instead. Truthfully, though, Ginny was adamant about drinking and
games; with Tonks backing her up, Mia's vote apparently no longer counted. She had
assumed that Narcissa and Andromeda would be on her side, but the Black sisters were
apparently eager to dip their toes back into the fountain of youth by telling dirty stories,
gossiping, and drinking with girlfriends.
The idea of Narcissa Malfoy teaming up with Ginevra Weasley against her had been
what sparked the idea of a wand oath. Secrecy. She required secrecy, especially since Laurel