Poppy couldn’t help but smile again, wistfully, as they paused and Mr. Lestrange emphasized that she shouldn’t be wasting her time. She knew it was all frivolous daydreaming that would get her nowhere, but she appreciated his agreeing with her as much. Big brown eyes looked up at him trustingly as the gentleman came to stand just before her, and Poppy swelled a little bit with embarrassment, especially as he wrapped an arm around her in what was most certainly an inappropriate gesture.

While his quiet words then pleased the mischievous, hellious side of Poppy - the rational, propriety-minded side of her rebelled. Offering the gentleman a soft tinkle of a laugh, and a very adamant roll of her eyes, Poppy let her open demeanor drop and put up a guarded wall. She appraised him carefully, knowing full-well this little escapade into daydream was dangerous here in this locale where, quite frankly, she was not supposed to be in the first place! Still, Poppy hated to admit that deep down his words - and that look on his face - stirred something inside of her she was quite uncertain she wanted to set aside.

This time, she couldn’t help herself.

“Mr. Lestrange,” she replied quietly, slowly. “Are you propositioning me indecently?” A twinkle of mischief lingered in her tone, even as Poppy held his gaze firmly. Defiantly. She was not that kind of woman, and he would find that out sooner or later.

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