Lucinda was, actually, looking for her cousin. Elsie had absconded, and Luce had given her more than enough time to regain her social graces - it was time for Elsie to come out and find herself a husband. A cute, Quidditch playing husband - but preferably a rich one, as the middle class players tended not to have enough money to buy themselves an extra pair of shoes. She knew where Elsie was probably hiding, too. It was the library. It was always the library.
Lucinda slipped through the door as quietly as she could, intending fully on scaring her younger cousin. (Because that was funny.) Instead she found herself faced with a pair. Tybalt Kirke, beater for the Howlers, pretty good but no Lock was making out with her baby cousin.
Or he had been a moment ago. It took Lucinda thirty seconds of shock, and the pair stopping, to fully process.
"ELSIE VIOLETTE BEAUREGARD," Lucinda screeched, glad that the door was closed behind her. She couldn't deal with the boy yet, but would get there eventually.
Lucinda slipped through the door as quietly as she could, intending fully on scaring her younger cousin. (Because that was funny.) Instead she found herself faced with a pair. Tybalt Kirke, beater for the Howlers, pretty good but no Lock was making out with her baby cousin.
Or he had been a moment ago. It took Lucinda thirty seconds of shock, and the pair stopping, to fully process.
"ELSIE VIOLETTE BEAUREGARD," Lucinda screeched, glad that the door was closed behind her. She couldn't deal with the boy yet, but would get there eventually.