As the familiar voice of Kristoffer Lestrange floated into the din, Poppy’s face broke into an eager smile. Even moreso when he revealed his face fully, she was sure her delight at seeing him was more than a little telling. “Kristoffer!” She exclaimed, brazenly. Though she was technically allowed to call him by his given name now in private, Poppy wouldn’t have dared to be so forward if not for the potion sitting eagerly in her bloodstream making short work of disarming the brunette’s usual faculties. It had been a long time since Poppy had been on a hellious tear, likely not since… yes, since New Years Eve when Atticus had found her and Ida drunk and wandering about unchaperoned. She’d received the chiding of a century that evening; something about being an almost debuted young lady and time for her shenanigans to end? Frankly, with this potion stirring in her belly, it was hard to remember the rousing speech that had forced her to straighten up. Instead, the girl cooed a little bit and leaned into the blonde’s space. “You could never be just anyone to me,” she said softly, honestly, running a hand down his lapel. It felt odd to admit as much, but Poppy couldn’t quite be sorry for it. She offered him a sweet little smile then and nodded, regaining her personal space. “I’m quite alright now,” she chirped. “You gave me a fright, but luckily it was nothing.” Her face heated a touch and she made a vague gesture with her hand.
The potion sitting in the girl’s gut was stirring mischief and desires Poppy had long since bottled up. There was always the undercurrent of… desire for more in her transactions, especially when it came to her future. The desire to be more, see more, maybe even experience more than she was fated. Poppy knew it was dangerous to flirt with her hellion, especially in the presence of Mr. Kristoffer Lestrange, but - somehow - she just couldn’t bring herself to mind. Handsy, if only out of a jittery necessity to act, the brunette reached gently for her companion’s hand. “Shall we go on an adventure?” She asked, eyes glimmering with mischief. “We can explore the end of the lane or even better yet, take one of your fabulous portkeys somewhere interesting!” At the very thought Poppy’s face lit up. What a splendid thought!
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