Flirting came much more naturally to Betsy than behaving did; her eyes flashed with instinctive pleasure at his remark, recognising it for the opening it was and she turned her body towards him as they walked, almost, but not quite, casually enough to brush against his side. She meant no harm, but pickings were remarkably slim in Hogsmeade and Mr Grimstone was rather more handsome than Vic had led her to believe!

“You’ll just have to hold me very tightly, won’t you?”

She offered him another smile, this one with a definite hint of suggestion, but flirt she might be, Betsy was far from stupid and having made herself known she took a smooth step away, still smiling and feeling rather elated.

“I’m this way,” she nodded down a side-street, pleased to see it mostly deserted for once as she did not especially fancy having to ignore catcalls as she took her leave of Mr Grimstone. As much as was possible, she would quite like him to think well of her. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

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MJ is a beautiful wizard