@LustfulDarkArts friend or two in my day.
I’m glad to make one now…
[Assuming you considered us friends.
I couldn’t be sure. Sometimes the way you looked at me seemed friendly, and other times I might as well be dinner, eaten alive by your owl-like glare]
@LustfulDarkArts I’m happy to do so.
I’m sure you’ll return the favor sometime.
[I move to reclaim my seat at the head desk, my shaky fingers fiddling with the check out records I’d been sorting through before the earlier commotion] And I know you’re not. I managed to make a Slytherin (c)
@BashfulSorcery /Meandering around and watching you flitter here and there, making my fingers twitch and itch. I’d have to go for a little venture later this evening once the students were in bed. Who knows, maybe I would fly by your window. offering another smile and gesturing for you to >
@LustfulDarkArts improper happening, the scent of you now overpowering while we were momentarily alone] I hadn’t expected to see you in the library today… was there something /you/ needed help with?
@LustfulDarkArts aisles away, only realizing after a few strides that you were following behind me.
And now I blushed for an entirely different reason as we disappeared between two tall rows of literature, impropriety making my skin tingle despite the fact that there was nothing at all (c)