He gritted his teeth at her words, but surprised himself by saying nothing to dissuade her. He had nothing to hide, he knew; this was less about his own privacy and more about wanting to preserve what what left of propriety. But then again, they had been in far more compromising positions…
He caught her eye as he stepped past her to open the door, and kept her gaze as he pushed the chestnut door opened and stepped through the threshold.
The room was notably larger than the others. The walls were covered in silver, black, and green, alternating between detailed wallpapers and solid blocks of color. The furniture was chestnut to match the door, and the bed—well, it was large enough for three or four bodies despite the fact that only one ever slept beneath the jade duvet.
It might not have been identifiable as anyone specific’s, except for the paintings and portraits that lined the walls. Some looked more classic—some of famous moments in magical history painted in a Raphaelite style, while others depicted quidditch pitches and were enchanted to mimic the thrill of a heated game—but others were personal. One was similar to the ones on the staircase, only they depicted a late-teens Raphael surrounded by his three sisters. The last was of the family home in London, enchanted so the window periodically opened to reveal a figure that was similar to that of his mother.
“I keep enchantments placed on it. Should be safe from outside curses,“ he said quietly, his eyes still on her. He wanted to see the moment she realized she’d overstepped, at least by her standards.
He caught her eye as he stepped past her to open the door, and kept her gaze as he pushed the chestnut door opened and stepped through the threshold.
The room was notably larger than the others. The walls were covered in silver, black, and green, alternating between detailed wallpapers and solid blocks of color. The furniture was chestnut to match the door, and the bed—well, it was large enough for three or four bodies despite the fact that only one ever slept beneath the jade duvet.
It might not have been identifiable as anyone specific’s, except for the paintings and portraits that lined the walls. Some looked more classic—some of famous moments in magical history painted in a Raphaelite style, while others depicted quidditch pitches and were enchanted to mimic the thrill of a heated game—but others were personal. One was similar to the ones on the staircase, only they depicted a late-teens Raphael surrounded by his three sisters. The last was of the family home in London, enchanted so the window periodically opened to reveal a figure that was similar to that of his mother.
“I keep enchantments placed on it. Should be safe from outside curses,“ he said quietly, his eyes still on her. He wanted to see the moment she realized she’d overstepped, at least by her standards.
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