As Avery picked up her dress and just started to pull it over her head, there came into the room suddenly a sound like the very air itself ripping, and where there had only been two lovers in the flat a second ago, now there were four people.  One was a tall, imposing man in a perfectly tailored suit, his face carrying the look of<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F6e%2Ffa%2Fd1%2F6efad19049041f43ab3a41d12d5cac87.jpg&amp;hash=de09fb7920e5c8144716a0c276bb4dbf" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/fa/d1/6efad19049041f43ab3a41d12d5cac87.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">aristocracy</a>that only several generations could provide.  The other was a thick bodied, bull necked and younger man in a suit straining to contain his form, and with his rough and scared features he practically screamed henchman.  One thing that both men did have in common as well was wands at the ready.<br/><br/>Having been watching Avery as she moved out of the bedroom, Corey was shocked beyond belief at the instantaneous appearance of the two men.  Sitting up, he moved to climb out of the bed.  “What the fu..!”<br/><br/>“Obliviate!”<br/><br/>Before Corey could even finish his cursing, let alone get out of bed, the heavy set man sent a bright green light pulsing from the end of his wand to slam into Corey, knocking him back onto the bed, completely unconscious.<br/><br/>While this happened, it seemed the older man paid no heed, simply scowling darkly at his almost naked granddaughter.  “A Muggle, Avery?  Truly?”  He asked, the M word falling from his lips with a world of disgust.  “A dalliance I might understand, but not this.  Not with one of them.  I was aware your parents had grown lax, but not to this degree.”  Taking in his granddaughter's disheveled state with stern disapproval, unlike the other man who was looking at her with clear appreciation, he shook his head in disappointment as he waved his wand to indicate her condition.<br/><br/>“Gather your things and….yourself.  There will be no more disgraces to the family name today, or going forward.   Mr. Winthrop here will take care of things after we’ve left, which is to be immediately.”  The only thing colder than the man’s tone of voice was the light glinting off of his jet black wand.  He certainly didn’t want to use magic on his own granddaughter, but he clearly would if not obeyed.