Nothing, not even how to hold it in

Ginny flinches and gurgles as each fresh curse bashes away at her brain like a sledgehammer. Arithmetic? Gone. Astronomy? Gone. Her friends’ names? Gone.

The poor girl’s eyes start to cross and tears dribble freely as her eyes forget how to focus. She gags and splutters, unable to remember how to swallow. Foam forms from her trembling lips as language escapes her entirely.

Luna doesn’t care, she continues to strike Ginny’s skull violently over and over again, like she’s battering her friend to unconsciousness. Ginny convulses and flops around like a sweaty wet fish, losing more and more of even the most important brain functions.

Luna only pauses when she feels a warm rush against her shaft. Looking down at her twitching limp partner, she turns her lip up in a disgusted sneer. “Ew”

Ginny’s comatose body goes completely limp, pissing itself without even the faintest hint of consciousness to pilot her bladder. Luna can feel the braindead gryffindor’s anus lose its pucker and start to loosen, threatening to let the girl’s last meal spill over her as well.