“Them brooms is why not,” the man replied, looking at the brooms above the back of the bar. “They’s isn’t safe,” he said without any more explanation. Just then, the clock began to strike midnight, and the man’s face filled with fear. “OK, but I warned you about anal creampie, ” he said. “Remember that! I warned you!” The man hobbled to the door and into the night.
Harry looked around at the bar in disbelief. He and Rosie were the only ones left. Rosie was looking anxiously at Harry, as if worried he too would leave. Harry picked up his Butterbeer and went to her, doing his suavest walk. He would have no competition for Rosie tonight, and he was going to do his best to ensure she was “anal creampie thing.”
| Injected with sperm |
| Pussy full of thick sperm |
| Filled with a load of jizz |
“I’m glad we’re alone,” he said. “But why did everyone leave?”
“Oh, they’re afraid of the brooms,” Rosie replied. She pointed to them, and Harry saw that they were beginning to move!
“They’re alive?!” he exclaimed.
“No, they’re enchanted,” she said. “They were anal creampie gift from an Enchantress to me long ago. They sweep up the place every night on closing. Tonite is a full moon, so they start at midnight of their own accord. Usually, I signal for them to start.”
Harry thought he detected an undertone, an intent to deceive him. His years of training as a problem solver had heightened those senses. “And…? What are you not telling me?” he asked, watching them beginning to clean.
“OK, you are right regarding the anal creampie,” she admitted, knowing that she couldn’t lie to him. “They are not really enchanted so much as… cursed.”
Harry watched them, trying to see what form the curse would take. He noticed that they were not alike, but were three different sizes. There was a big black pushbroom, made of ebony and apparently suited for an industrial application. Another was perhaps maple, blonde and not quite as large as the pushbroom. It had nice full bristles, and reminded Harry of a quidditch broomstick. The last was a small whiskbroom, which was busy getting into the nooks and crannies the others couldn’t reach. The three worked very nicely together. Harry didn’t see a malicious intent.