As he frowned Juniper mirrored him; while she hadn’t expected to be on a first name basis with him, she hadn’t expected him to tell her specifically to call him Mr. Blackwood; she would call him Olixander whenever she felt like it, just to spite him and in time, he’d learn they were in fact, on a first name basis. Then he stood to his full height and June straightened her own back despite being much shorter than him; it didn’t matter - she relied on her appearance more than her ability to muscle someone. (And when that failed, well, she had a handful of dark arts up her sleeve that she was itching to use.)

Still, she merely tilted her head and waited in silence as he told her his favor - an intimate, hedonistic evening. Her first instinct was to open her mouth: what kind of woman do you think I am?! but she clamped her jaw shut until it ached. Juniper would give no implications that perhaps she had been that kind of woman once but never again. Her thoughts reeled over the intimate portion first, and Juniper couldn’t help but drag her eyes down Olixander’s body, shrugging at the end; he was good looking for sure. The hedonistic thought came after and she couldn’t help the blush that spread across her cheeks, causing her to scoff and look away from him. The people in Hogsmeade milled about, minding their own business. She hated showing embarrassment.

There had to be a way out of their arrangement; there was no way for him to know she’d done anything intimate in her life and she certainly wasn’t willing to trust a stranger with anything related to intimacy. She took a small step back from him as a slight frown settled across Juniper’s lips. She’d force Poppy to come with her and make sure nothing happened. Not that she needed her. June would turn him into a pig before he could even utter an intimate suggestion.

Finally green hues blinked up to look at him as she crossed her arms tightly across her chest. “If you’re inviting a strange woman to that kind of evening Mr. Blackwood, then I suspect you must not be satisfying.” June’s lips curved into a subtle smile as she blinked owlishly at him, her pale cheeks still tinted pink. She’d slept with an older man before and look where that had gotten her. “Perhaps you’d be better suited for a prostitute who wouldn’t mind a subpar performance. I’d be happy to pay for one.”

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