Get close? Had he met her? Yes he has. Since when does Lux voluntarily approach any other human being?
She’s terrified of them generally.
In Roque’s case, she’s scared of bothering him.
His expression kept serious, but his fingers flex slightly. One sip of that potion and there would be a thousand tiny bits of Barty Crouch Jr strewn across the potions lab that he would /unfortunately/ have to clean up.
“Not unless you want a boil or two. Plan on slipping
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“Nice . . . Can I have some?” He doesn’t even wait as he transfigures his flask into a mug, grinning because he doesn’t a hundred percent believe it’s pumpkin juice.
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“Well, it felt like a challenge and unfortunately* for you I am very competitive, and really enjoy winning.”
Was he winning though? Truly? To deny himself?
Bringing up the. . . /extracurricular/ activities would be a sure fire way to dampen the moment, and more than likely Roque would lock back up, pushing it behind his slowly but steadily crumbling wall.
His eyes rolled slowly as if to prove a playful point.
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⠀ ⠀{ He wasn’t sure if he should ask about Ro’s late night hours. . . In doing so, Lys would admit that he kept /tabs/ on him. . . They were finally “hanging” out more often and Lysander didn’t want to test the boundaries 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙧. *Yet here he was sitting in the male’s
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Standing over the boiling cauldron, finally removing it from heat and wiping the sweat from his brow.
This batch had been going for a few days now and it’s finally time to start bottling.
Roque enjoyed this side of Lys, it was fun and playful, though he found most of their time together was. And he found he /enjoyed/ it. Especially considering it was a beautiful distraction to whatever he had brewing in the potions classroom after hours.
However, when he sat
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⠀ ⠀are you admitting to not having any control when it comes to 𝙢𝙚?
{ Lys wasn’t overly flirtatious, but he /could/ be. Especially when it came to someone he fancied. And he “fancied” Roque quite a lot . . . }
What if I not only 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥, but sat right
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down in Ro’s lap. . . It took every ounce of self control he had to not groan and keep his face impassive and neutral.
But gods fucking dammit did he walk right into this.
“So now you’re giving lessons on control?” A single brow raises while his hands continued to
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