December 22nd, 1890 — Hogsmeade Holiday Festival

Florence tended to get brought around to many events but this one, she had come on her own. People were skating on the frozen over pond and Florence was aiming to do so as well. Skating allowed for accidental bumps resulting in her pickpocketing the other person - though she supposed she might behave just this one time. At least in that regard.

Tonight, she was more in search of a different sort of misbehavior. Skating around, she saw a reasonably attractive man and 'twisted' her ankle just as she passed him by, allowing for it to be perfectly acceptable for her to grab onto his arm. "Oh, my apologies. It has been a while since I put on ice skates," she said, beginning a game she had played countless times before.

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Affair hurling! open to any possibly amenable 18+ male.

  

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be one of flo's paramours

Foreigner that he was, Yassine was no stranger to ice-skates: too many winters at Beauxbatons to have escaped a familiarity. The skating itself was rather enjoyable, the feeling a little like flying but a great deal more relaxed than a quidditch practice, if worse on the knees, and the mishaps of the less-adept on the pond made for excellent viewing... No, all he took issue with was the weather. Damned cold winters. The mildness of summer must have deceived him.

Just then, a passing young woman made use of his arm for her balance - he did not stifle a laugh this time, as he had with the last almost-fall he’d witnessed.

“Has it indeed?” Yassine asked with an arched eyebrow, in better English than he had managed a few months ago, but still noticeably accented. And he was still not the most familiar with British customs between strangers, but it surely must have been urgent for a lady to grasp a stranger’s arm, mustn’t it? Not that he minded in the slightest, of course; he put a hand to her arm to steady her more solidly. “You seemed the picture of grace a few moments ago.”

Perhaps he had been looking.

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"Yes," Florence said with a slight smile. He had an accent which was delightfully appealing. He even put a hand to her arm. "How kind of you to say. I think I have experienced just a slight twist of the ankle." She kept up her hold on him, wondering just where she had seen him before. There was a very vague familiarity.

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be one of flo's paramours

It must be a slight twist or she was made of very stern stuff, because Yassine did not think she had so much as winced about it. Maybe it would only hurt if she tried to move. Maybe.

“Well, we can’t have that,” he replied, making a show of concern to prevent himself smirking. “You ought to have it looked at, I think. Might I escort you off the ice?” Yassine suggested, his hand still on her arm as he scanned their surroundings, checking for anyone who might stand out as her company and finding no one who looked especially worried about her.

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"If you would be so kind," Florence said, even giving a soft flutter of her lashes. He was quite the looker, wasn't he? "Are you new to these parts?" The mild familiarity was niggling at the back of her mind. "I think I would have remembered a face such as yours." Maybe from some past party or event? It was highly possible she had seen him in passing and that might be why he felt vaguely familiar.

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be one of flo's paramours

Kind was perhaps not a word frequently used for him, but if she was going to keep batting her eyelashes Yassine was more than happy to keep pretending there was any kindness in this. He tightened his grasp on her in answer.

“Oh, I came for the quidditch this summer,” he said, shooting her an untroubled smirk as he better took in the features of her face. “And stayed for the sights.” He led her in a slow pace forwards on the ice. “Is this alright?” Yassine added, playing it up as if she was obviously hurt and he was entirely innocent of the ploy. “I hope you don’t need me to carry you?”

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Ah, she had been to some of the games and some of the events but had not run into him. "I am glad you did," Florence said, not at all adverse to this flirtation. "It is quite all right. I don't think you need to carry me but I would not protest." Those gossipmongering folks would have a field day with it, she was sure. Not that she had much care about such things.

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be one of flo's paramours

Oh, she was glad, was she? “As am I.” He supposed he had been pleased with his stay so far - or at least, he was not bored yet, with British quidditch or its society.

He shot her a smirk at her latter answer. “Another time, then,” he joked easily, sure it would create a scene to have tried it here (not that he much cared either). But Yassine did not think she was that injured, if she was at all - or at least, they were making good progress off the pond - and once they were standing on solid ground again, he motioned at one of the benches. “Would you like to sit, Miss...?” He trailed off expectantly.

(He was by no means a healer, but he was happy to look at her twisted ankle anyway.)

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Florence laughed in response to his words. She definitely would not have minded being hoisted up into his arms. He was very attractive. "Fox. Florence Fox," she said as she sat upon one of the benches and extended her so-called 'injured' ankle for him to inspect. "It is quite a delight to be rescued by you."

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be one of flo's paramours

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Fox,” Yassine returned easily, as he knelt down and swiftly loosened the laces of the one skate. Grasping at the heel of it, he slipped it off her - which, pity, was probably the most undressing of a stranger anyone could get away with on a park bench in broad daylight. “I suppose it is Miss?” he checked, though she was either unmarried or very brazen. Or both.

Yassine had seen enough sporting injuries, on himself and on others, to have some notion of what some swelling or a sprain or a worse fracture would look like, but he did not think this felt so bad, at least not through her stockings. In any case, he curled his hand around the base of her leg, moving his fingers down over her ankle in a caress to feel for a non-existent fracture. “And how does it - feel now?” he asked in a low tone, and looked up at her with a faint smirk from his current position at the base of her skirts.

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"Yes, it is," Florence confirmed with a smile. She wouldn't be so brazen in public were she a married woman. Well, she could only assume. Perhaps she would still be just as bold if she ever married a man.

The mere caress was utterly heavenly. "Much better. Has anyone ever told you that you've a healing touch?"

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be one of flo's paramours

So she was unmarried – and she was clearly unattached – but Yassine was fairly certain she was not the usual breed of debutante, because she was smiling her way through this encounter, perfectly at ease. As if her reputation was of no consequence to her.

Well, her reputation was of no consequence to him either. He kept his hand on her lower calf a while longer just to test this, resisting the urge to move it any higher up her leg, but laughed at her remark. “Not quite,” he acknowledged, a little amused by the thought – he tended to do more damage than anything – but in this case... “But I am at your service if you require any – further remedy.” Hopefully at a place and time where she could afford to be wearing fewer clothes.

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Florence smiled flirtatiously down at the man as he kept her hand on her lower calf. She was more than happy to require 'further remedy' from him. "I have given you my name yet you keep me from knowing yours," she pointed out with a chuckle.

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“How unfair of me,” he replied with a laugh, inclining his head to say she had a point, as he slid down his hand again and began lacing up her skate on her suddenly-no-longer-injured foot. Really, he would rather be doing some unlacing about now – but then patience had never been his forte. Nor humility, so he ought to be mildly offended she didn’t know of him already; but, suffice it to say, Miss Fox was such pleasing company that he was feeling generous today.

“Yassine Bensouda. There,” he returned, with a smirk and a little expectant arch of his eyebrow to suggest they might exchange a few more favours than just names. “I hope you mean to make good use of it?”

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The name was familiar and she laughed in response to his suggestive comment. "Mister Bensouda, you came over with the Moroccan team and ended up sponsoring the Magpies, if the Quidditch rumors are correct?" Florence said, mostly a rhetorical question. "We could abscond somewhere a little more private and you can tell me all about how that is going for you." She gave the man a look to suggest talking wasn't really what she had in mind.

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/i figure a fade out wrap from here?

  

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Oh, so she did know him. If there had been any doubt in Yassine’s mind – there hadn’t, but if – her recognition might well have swayed him. “Then it appears you have me at a disadvantage, after all, Miss Fox,” he said, smirking slightly; he did not yet know nearly enough about her. But she had presented a clear solution to that; indeed, in truth, her look told him all he needed to know. “But I would be delighted.”

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