Ginevra's heart thrummed with the rhythm of their verbal sparring, each word exchanged a thrilling step in their playful waltz - the analogy being the only appropriate thing about them. His hand beneath hers, his gaze fixed on her, she felt a rush of exhilaration like downing a glass of strong port too quickly. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, a fire she couldn't resist even if she had been inclined to try.
As he jibed about her family's imaginings, she couldn't help but chuckle softly, the sound a mix of amusement and audacity. "Why, my dear Mister Bensouda," she responded, her tone dripping with mischief, "my family believes I am at home, tucked away in bed like all proper young ladies should be at this hour." She let the words linger for a moment. Vera's parents lived in Hogsmeade, but her brother spent most of his time at their London home, where the society was more to his liking, and by that he usually meant there were casino's and clubs where discerning gentlemen could while away their nights spending money and entertaining beautiful women. He was 'meant' to be Vera's 'gaurdian' on these occasions, but they rarely crossed paths, which gave Vera the freedom to do what she liked - like sneak out to boxing matches and flirting shamelessly with the ill-reputed coaches of a certain quidditch team. "But we both know that the night is far too enticing to be wasted on sleep, don't we?"
Her gaze locked with his, a daring challenge that spoke volumes in the unspoken language they were creating between them. She felt his gaze as if it were a physical touch, igniting a fire within her that matched the pulsating energy of the boxing match they were so blissfully ignoring. His question, where her family imagined she was, held a hint of curiosity and danger, a reminder that the world they were navigating was not without its risks.
She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against his ear as her lips curved into a smile "I imagine," she purred, her voice a sultry melody, "that it would be very difficult to thrill you, Mister Bensouda. But I also imagine that the prospect of trying is incredibly exciting, wouldn't you agree?" Her voice was a seductive whisper, a promise that lingered in the air between them.
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^ Look what Lady did ^
As he jibed about her family's imaginings, she couldn't help but chuckle softly, the sound a mix of amusement and audacity. "Why, my dear Mister Bensouda," she responded, her tone dripping with mischief, "my family believes I am at home, tucked away in bed like all proper young ladies should be at this hour." She let the words linger for a moment. Vera's parents lived in Hogsmeade, but her brother spent most of his time at their London home, where the society was more to his liking, and by that he usually meant there were casino's and clubs where discerning gentlemen could while away their nights spending money and entertaining beautiful women. He was 'meant' to be Vera's 'gaurdian' on these occasions, but they rarely crossed paths, which gave Vera the freedom to do what she liked - like sneak out to boxing matches and flirting shamelessly with the ill-reputed coaches of a certain quidditch team. "But we both know that the night is far too enticing to be wasted on sleep, don't we?"
Her gaze locked with his, a daring challenge that spoke volumes in the unspoken language they were creating between them. She felt his gaze as if it were a physical touch, igniting a fire within her that matched the pulsating energy of the boxing match they were so blissfully ignoring. His question, where her family imagined she was, held a hint of curiosity and danger, a reminder that the world they were navigating was not without its risks.
She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against his ear as her lips curved into a smile "I imagine," she purred, her voice a sultry melody, "that it would be very difficult to thrill you, Mister Bensouda. But I also imagine that the prospect of trying is incredibly exciting, wouldn't you agree?" Her voice was a seductive whisper, a promise that lingered in the air between them.
^ Look what Lady did ^