Beatrix wasn’t sure whether it was because she had Burke on her mind but the memory of his weedy, pale physique came into her came quite clearly and Merlin did he pale in comparison to Mr Lestrange. The beater wasn’t exactly huge but comparatively there was no contest between her pathetic intended and the specimen before her: he was practically Adonis next to Burke. If Trixie had it in her to blush she might have done at the thought but instead she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head coquettishly towards the boy.

“If only,” she quipped, having already tried several tricks on him during the long hours they were forced to work together by their fathers and while she had managed to make him look like he was about to piss himself he was still sadly in the land of the living. She had a brief and beautiful thought of Kristoffer Lestrange shutting Burke up in one of the vanishing cabinets, locking the door with his strong hands and looking at her in a way a boy like him never would at a girl like her.

“Believe me I’ve tried,” she said with a grim look into the middle distance. “The shop has plenty of things that would make it look like an accident,” she added, quite used to people assuming she was merely joking so not censoring her words especially well.

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Gorgeous set by MJ! she gets me so much