With the capture of Verandi Farley and several high-ranking Trossach members, the British wizarding world has finally caught a break. The rate of rogue werewolf attacks have started dropping at a steady rate and, hopefully, things will stay that way. The Ministry is starting to loosen some restrictions, like not arresting werewolves standing on the street for loitering, however there’s still an obvious power imbalance between wizardfolk and werewolves.
The Cotswolds pack are continuing to advocate for the rights of werewolves and petitioning to change the legislation that has been set in motion by the current Minister for Magic, whilst the remaining Trossachs members are trying to stay out of the spotlight and keep a low profile… for now.
Whilst the British wizarding world seems to have calmed down, the same cannot be said for over in Northern Europe where a rebellion of magical creatures has risen. The state of things has gotten so bad that the European Ministry has enacted protocols to protect those under eighteen whilst their adult witches and wizards fight to keep control of their countries.
Students from Durmstrang have been sent to Hogwarts to keep them safe and those not old enough to attend school have been sent to live with relatives or designated British Ministry officials outside of Europe for the time being.
Will the low rates of werewolf attacks in Britain continue? How long will Durmstrang students stay at Hogwarts? Will the creatures usurp the wizardfolk in Northern Europe? Only time will tell.
SEPTEMBER 2019 It's been a very long, eventful summer in the wizarding world. A baby was stolen, several high ranking Trossach members were imprisoned, and werewolf attacks have drastically dropped as a result. What will happen now school has returned?
MAY 2019 An attempt to capture the beta of the Trossachs has been launched. Were the Aurors successful in their mission? Go read more here!
all i really want is to be wonderful/people in this town, they can be so cruel
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Oct 16, 2019 3:26:25 GMT
"The first time we've put on a show, though," Isobel said as Mat reached for her, shooting a quick glance over to Wolfgang, as if to say watch me, watch us, it'll be good. She had learned a while ago that if either of them snogged Mat, it wouldn't be the first time. But she was still trying to convince Wolfgang to let her invite him to spend some time with them, and she let her tongue play with Mat's for a moment as well, pointedly making sure to angle their faces just a little bit toward her boyfriend.
In a pause, Vinda asked her if she and Wolfgang were really together now, and--yes, even if Isobel had not expected it to happen, Wolfgang was her boyfriend now. "Yes, we are. I can't believe you'd doubt me, Vinda!" she added playfully, putting her hand to her heart in a show of faux woundedness.
Turning back to the game, she reached for the bottle, spinning it and waiting to see who it landed on. It seemed she was destined to kiss yet another Quidditch Chaser--though, she reflected, she wanted neither of them to get any extra motivation from her kisses. "My kisses for good luck in the next game are saved for Wolfgang," she said as she made her way over, "but I won't complain." She put her arms around Jonah's shoulders, winking at Wolfgang before pulling the Hufflepuff in for a kiss.
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Post by EMIL ZALEWSKI on Oct 16, 2019 3:42:35 GMT
Emil was well aware that he was meant to break up parties, not attend them. That he was supposed to be patrolling the hallways for students out after curfew, not joining them. He hadn't become Head Boy by being the type of person to break rules, after all--there were definitely times when he had, but they were the exception, not the--rule. Still, he paced in the hallway in front of the wall which he knew was hiding Delgado's party, where a door might appear for anyone who felt the need to attend.
He wasn't quite sure what he would do if it did appear, proving he had a need for it, although, he thought, he might just tell himself that he had a need to report everyone. Not that it's what he would do, knowing there was no point in making enemies of people who would simply manage to find another place to hold it anyway.
And so it turned out not to really surprise him when the door did appear, knowing that deep down, he was curious of what would happen if he went inside. Talking with his friends had made him remember just how little experience he had in matters of things like snogging, and he had the urge to sort of get it over with, so that maybe he would stop thinking about Wolfgang in the showers and that sort of thing.
So that was that. He pushed open the door, seeing the party already in full swing, and unpinned his badge, slipping it into a pocket. Before he could take the chance to regret it, which he somehow knew he probably would as soon as he left the room, he sat down in the circle, reaching for the bottle.
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Oct 16, 2019 9:08:38 GMT
Wag something else. Immediately, Matheus had a filthy smirk curling at his lips because wasn't that an appealing thought? "I'll just have to dream about all the things you can wag at me then," he said with a wink, fingers raking through his curls, pushing them out of his eyes.
As Arthur quipped that his tongue slipping had to be chaste, Matheus nodded like he was actually agreeing to the proposal. "My tongue will be on it's very best behaviour... until later," he said with a very angelic expression. Wasn't Arthur in for a treat when they got to the dorms? His talent laid in his tongue and the expert way way he was able to wrap it around... Portuguese. Yes, that was 100% what he was inferring.
Putting on a show... well, together. Matheus often put on a show, waltzing about the common room half-naked... and the Quidditch pitch... and the lake. Really, any chance he got. He worked hard on his muscles, he wanted to show the public just how fit he was so they could decide for themselves if they wanted a certain piece of him. Isobel kissed as she had the last time they'd made out but there was one key difference - this time, it wasn't solely for his benefit. No, instead, she was demonstrating how good they looked together for Wolfgang over in the corner. Finally, when Matheus drew back for breath, he said, "If you and Wolfgang want a private show..." He left the rest of the sentence unsaid. She was a smart girl, she'd pick up on what he was putting down.
As Lyuba's spin landed on him, he grinned, welcoming her over with welcome arms. Kissing Lyuba was not a foreign concept to Matheus by now and as usual, she was a firecracker, filled with passion and heat as she moved her lips against his. Eagerly returning the kiss, Matheus' arms twined around her waist, drawing her close to him so they were pressed up flush against one another. Even through the layers of clothing, he could feel the warmth radiate from her chest, wondering if she could feel the way his heart rate accelerated because Merlin, yes, this was hot. The only thing that would make it better would be if they were minus the clothes.
Honestly just a load of filler, nothing important here.
The poor hopeless romantic in him watched his entire world view unravel in a few moments. Wolfgang, damn him and his attractive face, invited Rodrik to join the game, to what he just nodded, trying to look away. By now all of his friends knew that Rodrik had landed in between the Wolfgang & Isobel sandwich, but he wasn't proud of it. Zoe had given him quite an earful about it...
Soon enough Rodrik felt like his head was spinning just like the bottle on the floor. Innuendos bounced around the room, and he had a nagging feeling that almost nobody will be leaving the Room of Requirement alone tonight. Only him, maybe.
Grace, innocent Grace, had to kiss tonight. First, with Aiden Valentino -- there were rumors about the two, but Rodrik felt it would have been insensitive of him to ask, and then-- Merlin's beard, please strangle me! -- Grace had to kiss no other than Zoe. The prefect wanted to sink through the floor and he didn't dare to look at these two kisses. No, no.
And then, to make things even worse for him, Wolfgang had to kiss Lyuba, and Lyuba kissed Matheus. Yes, they had talked it out, and Rodrik knew Lyuba wasn't one for relationships, and Matheus was just a fling, but his heart and his ego was still bruised. This wasn't helping.
But Rodrik couldn't just leave. Zoe wouldn't ever let him live it down.
The arrival of Emil Zalewski gave Rodrik some courage. From the few conversations the two prefects had had, he knew that the Ravenclaw shared his uneasiness. Rodrik found himself wandering over to Emil with two glasses of vodka with something in his hands.
"Hello," he greeted Emil and sat down next to him, took a swig from his glass and hesitantly spun the bottle. "Here goes nothing!"
Please note that these kisses do not need to happen in that order.
You have until Tuesday 22nd 6pm GMT+10 to post the kisses and if your character spun again, then Round 3's list will be posted. Newcomers are more than welcome to join for Round 3. If everyone posts their kisses before the time listed, then we will start Round 2 earlier than expected. Thanks!
Post by MATHEUS DELGADO on Oct 18, 2019 8:12:29 GMT
With a wiggle of his eyebrows, Matheus watched as the bottle spun around and around for a second time until it landed on, low and behold, Viktoriya. Ever since fourth year after he accidentally knocked her into the lake, he'd had a bit of... thing for her. It wasn't the fact that she was the one he always wanted but could never have, there were plenty of people out there like that, but he just found her wild mane of hair and her quick wit so... hot. He liked that she was able to challenge him.
Moving across the circle to her, Matheus didn't say a word at first as he breathed her in. Merlin, she really was gorgeous. Reaching out to tuck some of her curls, the only curls in Hogwarts that somewhat rivaled his in terms of niceness (although his won by a slight margin because they were attached to him, of course), he shot her a grin. "You ready for a piece of this Brazilian Beefcake?" he asked her lightly before leaning down, capturing her lips against his. He waited to see whether she'd respond back or not before deepening the kiss, fingers sinking into her hair as his lips moved against hers.
Post by JUNAID ZALAYAT on Oct 18, 2019 9:18:43 GMT
Note: this is still a reaction to the previous round but I didn’t have time to post.
Junaid had no clue what was going on. Had it been a bad decision to come here? Despite the fact that these people were his age, he didn’t quite know them. The prefect bit his lip and considered leaving. Then a Ravenclaw who he knew was named Viktoriya waved him over. Leaving now would seem rude. So instead of leaving he awkwardly smiled back and joined Viktoriya and Grace. He wasn’t supposed to get close to girls but there were other people around so it probably would be fine. Jun quietly started eating the fruits as he silently sat down.
Jun’s eyes grew wide when the Ravenclaw prefect Aiden stood before Grace and kissed her out of nowhere. “Allah, Ma hatha?!” The boy gasped in shock at the live action. His usually healthy coloured skin turned to an ash colour. Suddenly there was an uneasy feeling in his tummy. With panic in his eyes, he turned to Viktoriya. “Um, w-what kind of game-” His question was answered before he could finish it. A blonde adorable Gryffindor stood before him. If he had more time, he’d have realized this was Arthur, Grace’s brother. Instead he blinked in confusion at the words. “Wait what?”
Then it happened before he knew it. Junaid felt a pair of soft lips on his own. Thousand and one thoughts went through his mind. Sweet Allah. His mind was melting and his body was reacting in all sorts of ways. At some point he almost leaned into it. Why did he like this? In one clear moment, he broke away and pushed the Gryffindor off him. Silent tears were rolling down his cheeks. The Hufflepuff stared blankly to the ground. It happened again. They’d be killed. So many people saw them.
Jun grabbed Arthur’s wrist firmly, he was shaking in fear. Flashes appeared in front of his mind. The screams, the beating, the pain and the shame. Junaid wanted to run like last time but instead he found himself frozen in the spot crying in fear. His fingers locked around the older boy’s wrist. His lips parted but at first no sound left them. “R...” His eyes were still staring blankly into nothing. This time he wasn’t going to let someone die because of him. “Run,” he whispered eventually his big grey eyes looking up, pleading the Gryffindor to escape.
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Post by ISOBEL LINWOOD on Oct 19, 2019 16:15:48 GMT
So the bottle landed on--Longbottom.
Not the one in her year, the girl who Isobel knew but rarely had anything to say to--no, it was the older brother, the loud one, the one who was cruel to Vinda, who was oddly protective of his sister, and who she suspected of giving dark looks to Wolfgang in class even though she couldn't say anything for sure. She couldn't imagine demanding that sort of thing out of either of her own sisters, though luckily Mia-Rose wasn't the type to turn up to a party like this--she'd be such a killjoy if she did. Plus, the last person who had kissed Arthur looked full-on panicked for whatever reason, and while Isobel didn't quite understand that, it didn't make her any more excited to kiss the boy.
Still, a game was a game, and she got to her feet, walking across the circle. "Arthur, do you need me to be chaste, too?" she said, laughing. Leaning in, she pressed her lips hard against his, though she didn't deepen the kiss as she had with Mat's. Just enough to be satisfying, then she'd go back to Wolfgang and wait to see who would get to kiss her next--or who she'd get to watch him kiss.
Post by ARTHUR LONGBOTTOM on Oct 20, 2019 12:08:35 GMT
”Ahhh yeah, Zoë, love, how about we don't give demonstrations on 'how to kiss a girl' using my baby sister? Yeah?" Arthur snarked the moment Zoë looked rather pleased with her little show. Arthur looked to Grace and he hoped that she didn't feel used because that would be even worse than ... wait no, no it wasn't worse than getting more kiss from a girl than she wanted to give. "... Look... there's the other Valentino. Demonstrate with her, she's into lady-kisses, aren't you Alana?" The glare that the vampire sent from her side of the circle chilled Longbottom to the bone. It made him chuckle nervously.
Junaid's reaction to their kiss was unexpected and his blue eyes widened as he was told to run. "... you right bro?" what the hell was he meant to say? or ... or do? Arthur wasn't that horrible at kissing. Surely someone would have told him by now if he kissed like a slobbering labrador? Oh Merlin's manhood did he slobber? Arthur backed up to his previous seat and wiped his mouth awkwardly as he watched William basically sex up someone in the room. Should... should he look away? Arthur glanced over at Grace and hoped that she was looking away. She was too innocent for... wow that looked good. Arthur couldn't help but bookmark that to suggest to Matheus at a later date. In private. With the lights off because he was a good boy.
Then the bottle turned to Arthur annnnnnnd Isobel, the sexy snake, caught him in her gaze. He was mesmerised much like Mowgli with Kaa's eyes just as he was about to be devoured by the ... "errr... yes?" was his awkwardturtle response and his adam's apple bounced in a huge gulp as her lips connected with him and... could this be love? Fireworks shot through his body and he almost devolved into a puddle of goop but the girl backed away and Arthur could collect his thoughts. If he were a metamorphmagus, it would be entirely possible that his irises would have morphed into tiny love hearts. Oh wasn't she perfect?
That flaming red hair... the freckles... the ... heaving bosom.
Arthur's turn fell on the little... fifth year. Ay, at least it gave Arthur plenty of excuses to be a good boy other than fear of apparently being a slobbering labrador. Artie gave her an angelic smile as he approached and as he got closer... again, the girl may as well have been Kaa for the mesmerising effect she had on him because those golden locks... that infectious smile.... the... heaving bosom. Arthur's mouth became drier than the Sahara Desert as he approached and gave the girl a very quick peck on the lips before chuckling nervously allllll the way back to his seat.
Rodrik spun the bottle and watched it closely, clutching his drink in hand. It spun, and it spun and it didn't seem like it ever intended to stop, but, unless the Gryffindor had managed to break the laws of physics, it would have to stop eventually, didn't it?
Perhaps he had to lay off of the drink. Whatever it was had already turned his brain into mush after just a few sips. He could hear Zoe's voice already teasing him about being a goddamned lightweight.
The bottle did stop, landing on Aiden Valentino. Same year as Rodrik, different house... All would have been well, except that Rodrik had heard things. Things about him and Grace, things that made him feel bad about having to kiss the Ravenclaw in front of Grace -- or, indeed, kissing him at all. Because he'd heard there was something between the two. Albeit, Grace had never confirmed, but he had never asked.
Rodrik didn't want to chicken out, so after a few moments of hesitation he got up and walked over to Aiden to at least give him a peck on the lips. Then he thought that everyone would laugh at him for doing so little, so he leaned in again... And backed out of it. He didn't like this. He thought it was a bad idea, just like most other ideas Zoe had.
After that rather awkward display he went back to his spot to watch the game continue. His bottom barely touched the ground when the bottle was pointing right at him.
"Oh, who's gotta kiss me?" he asked, "I wasn't looking."
And then he noticed who everyone was looking at.
Lyuba.
His eyes went wide and his cheeks were as red as the color of his house. The glass he had been holding? That fell out of his hands, spilling on his lap.
Post by VIKTORIYA BACHOVA on Oct 20, 2019 18:52:32 GMT
Vik watched as the bottle landed on her, looking up at Matheus. She chuckled a bit over his excitement. Maybe she wasn't eager to jump about over a kiss, but she was secretly quite interested. The Gryffindor could be a bit of a pain at times (like knocking her in a freezing cold lake) but he was genuinely a good guy. Maaaaybe he was a bit obnoxious with his flirting, but she'd come to find that was just part of his charm-- and surprisingly enough, it worked. Would she admit it? Nope. But it worked.
She cringed a bit as he called himself a Brazilian Beefcake, putting her hand to over her eyes as he insisted. "Matheus.." She often simply said his name when he was just being overly goofy, but she couldn't help but crack a smile as he moved over to her. "I've had years to prepare for inevitability, " She joked, shaking her head as she chuckled softly. He was initially careful as be caught her lips, waiting for her response-- which she admittedly appreciated. At first, she remained quite calm, but to be honest, the feel of kissing him was better than she'd expected. Not that she felt he'd be horrible. How could he be with all that practice? But she hadn't expected to feel as excitable.
Her eyes closed as she put her arms around his neck with a smile into the kiss as she pulled him in close to her her heart pounding a bit from her chest. She wasn't even quite sure how long she kept in the kiss before she rationalised that they were in a room filled with her peers and she needed to calm down. She pulled back a bit abruptly as she look up at him, " That was.." She cleared her throat a bit, unsure she should even finish her sentence, " I should get back, " She remarked, smiling quite a bit as she sat down.
Vik spun, landing on Isobel. She was a beautiful girl no doubt, walking over and tilting the girl's chin. It was far from sloppy or even lustful-- just a controlled and calculated movement. It was enjoyable, but as far as fireworks, she wasn't sure that was likely to happen the way it had with Matheus.
Emilian’s mysterious brown eyes glanced up when the Slytherin that caused a scene at potions stood before them. They knew better than to judge a person on a single action. Everyone had a reason to be the person they were today. Milli rose an eyebrow challenging the Slytherin. Planning on doing something dangerous? They mused in their usual emotionless tone. Just what was this one planning if they needed a safety word? He had Emilian’s curiosity. Perhaps mingling with people wouldn’t harm the little introvert. Mili knew they needed a day of rest after all these incentives but it might be worth it. Making memories was important especially in that of a short life of a mortal human.
The flamboyant troublemaker did know how to have his way with the quiet goth. At first Emilian was taken aback from the sudden action but they quickly eased up. What if others were seeing this, let them watch. Those sneaky Slytherin fingers knew what they were doing. Emilian had to give credit where it was due so they leaned in to the touches and closed their eyes. There was a lot of teasing which Mili could appreciate. A soft pleasure noise left their lips when a certain spot was hit. When they finally kissed, Emilian complied and kissed back. They wrapped their arms around Willy’s shoulders and climbed on his lap to close the gap between them. Leaning into the touch in their hips, Mili decided it might be better for them to break apart before they’d be known as the Slytherin and Ravenclaw who performed a sex show. Though Emilian’s guardians would probably laugh it off and maybe even give a pad on the shoulder.
The Ravenclaw broke the kiss but didn’t leave before marking the Slytherin just below the ear. Adding a little love bite was very normal for the young human raised by two vampires. Before they’d let the boy go, Emilian grabbed a ballpen with a plastic black rose at the end. They wrote short instructions on the Slytherin’s hand palm. It were instructions on how to get into the Ravenclaw non binary dorm. They were both young and free. Emilian hadn’t met anyone yet whom they felt something called love for. But why miss out on some lust and good company? After placing a small kiss on the hand written with instructions, Emilian released the boy so he could join the game again.
Due to the little occurrence, Emilian completely forgot to spin for round two. Such a shame. But the night was still young. WILLIAM WAGTAIL,
Post by AIDEN VALENTINO on Oct 21, 2019 9:11:35 GMT
Stop.
Aiden's body didn't want to listen to his far more logical mind as his lips connected with Grace's and for once the teenager let himself a little loose. Not nearly as clever at kissing as he was at literally everything else, Aiden almost panicked when he felt Grace back away. His usually unrealistically high self-esteem wavered as his ocean eyes opened and searched those of his classmate for an answer... that came and he could breathe once again. Genty he uncurled his fingers from the back of her neck, his hand giving her a small squeeze once again as he left for his seat. Oh great - Alana was here.
Don't fucking whistle like that damned bird, every fibre of Aiden's young body practically screamed at his sister. He'd die of embarrassment. When he sat down beside her though, Alana's comment had Aiden raising a brow. "Have you been drinking from that Avery again?" he queried, having found that Alana appeared intoxicated whenever she'd been with him. When Alana took ahold of his wine and promptly drained the liquid, Aiden sighed and stood to replenish the cup - thankfully just in time to miss Zoe's heated kiss and snide remark, though when he returned his sister was rolling her eyes at Arthur. "What's he done now?"
Spared being kissed in the last round (due to Jun's panic attack), Aiden now found a timid mouse of a Gryffindor inching towards him. Aiden leveled the trademarked Valentino stare at Rodrik, unconvinced that the Sorting Hat had done its proper job those six years ago. The tiniest of pecks came and went with a blink of the eye and Aiden almost snickered but as he opened his eyes ... the weirdo was leaning in again? Did Aiden look like the desert cart at a buffet? The young man's eyebrows began to furrow and he was about to lean the hell away when Rodrik thought better and left him alone. Vattene, topolino.
As Aiden's decorated fingers spun the bottle, the night took a turn for... the worse.
Wolfgang.
Aiden's mind went over a number of possible approaches to this spin. He could just leave. Just simply stand up and keep walking right out of there. He could go over all sweet and doe-eyed and then bite his fucking lip off. Just chomp on down until his top teeth felt the bottom and blood gushed over the pair of them and with - what Aiden imagined - very little effort, just a head shake or two would rip a decent chunk of lip-flesh from the already horribly disfigured (in Aiden's mind. He's blowing things way out of proportion in his inner monologue ok?) dorm room mate and if Aiden swallowed, they'd have to fish the flesh from the toilet after it passed through his digestive system in three days. Now wouldn't that be satisfying? Aiden realised that he was grinning like Hannibal Lector and promptly put that shit on pause as he stopped in front of Wolfgang.
There are two very real options for Wolfgang's writer to choose from:
Option A: Aiden grasped at Wolfgang's hips tightly, as if there was no possible way to escape this retributionpaybackfate worse than death kiss. If Wolfgang didn't chicken out, Aiden would make him regret it. When he went in for the snog, it was not gentle. It was not sweet. It was rough and as he pulled away, he did bite down on the boy's bottom lip but not nearly quite as violently as he'd imagined. In fact, he was careful not to draw blood because he was such a good brother. "You taste as rotten as you are on the inside, Wolfgang," he whispered before he left to sit back down beside Alana.
Option B: Should Wolfgang have pulled away before Aiden kissed at all, the Ravenclaw would have grinned and returned to his seat triumphant in his imaginary game of chicken. Why on Earth did he mean his dorm mate such malice, one might wonder? it had nothing to do with how he'd brought a certain Hufflepuff to tears on a particular night. God knew that Hufflepuffs cried at the sight of their own shadows, after all.
At first Wolfgang was enjoying himself through and through. It was amusing to watch the more inexperienced between them squirming and discovering the thrills of bodily pleasures.
He didn't answer to the strange words of Emilian. Not because he would be confused or weirded out, not at all. No, it was because Emilian had an aura of elegance from a bygone era, the kind of elegance Wolfgang often aspired to have. But he lacked the fluid motions, there was no air of mystery around him -- not that he knew of. No, Wolfgang was a different type of elegant, the kind that fit in a modern mansion with a glass roof and a view to the neon lights of a city that was never asleep.
He sat there, staring right back at Emilian. He had to admit that he liked being examined like this, hands on. And the kiss? In a way it was like being kissed by a gust of incense -- gentle and comforting, and yet so foreign.
And then things got...unpleasant. Never mind the tantrum thrown by the 5th year Hufflepuff, he couldn't give a damn about that. No, the bottle had decided to make his life hard.
First, to his utter disgust, Isobel had to kiss Arthur Longbottom. The Ravenclaw couldn't decide if he wanted to down the rest of his punch all at once or pour it all out, lest he threw it up right then and there. He refused to look at the two, and once Isobel had returned, he whispered so only she could hear, "I'm not kissing you until you rinse your mouth."
As if that wasn't enough, Aiden Valentino's bottle stopped on him. Wolfgang felt his stomach churn. Why? He didn't want to recall those reasons, but if he had to pick between kissing Valentino and or a laxative induced purge -- he didn't need to think twice.
Even before his next murder victim dormmate had approached him, Wolfgang had raised up an open palm and firmly stated "No." He didn't look at Valentino either - his face was the last thing he wanted to see right now. Hell, after tonight Wolfgang was ready to move out of the dorm and spend the entirety of the next year and a half sleeping in an abandoned classroom.
Still, he spun the bottle and, albeit there could have been better options, his spin landed on William Wagtail, who, besides Matheus, was probably the most promiscuous person in the room... Which was a loud statement to make, considering Wolfgang's own habits.
He'd ignored William's statement about bowties earlier, but now felt like a good time to bring it back up. Leaving his now empty glass on the end table, Wolfgang got up, walked right over to William and extended a hand, asking him to get up from his seat.
"While it would be utterly inappropriate to present any evidence of a bowtie on my dick," Wolfgang began, "I wouldn't want you to think I'm all formality."
And then he pushed William against the nearest wall, wanting to one-up the show Willy had put up earlier. Without much hesitation, Wolfgang slid his hands right under the other guy's shirt, while his tongue traced over the exposed collarbones. A solid minute later he pulled away, leaving William with a great big bruise on the side of his neck.
You can decide what else happened during that minute.
Upon returning to his seat, Wolfgang realized that something was demanding attention. He wanted to get out of here with Isobel and perhaps someone else in tow as soon as possible.
"Before I spin again, does anyone want to join me for the rest of the evening?" he asked, wrapping his arm around Isobel's waist, giving her a signal that she's invited by default.
a charming young woman... ...capable of being terrible
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Post by LYUBOV KAREVA on Oct 22, 2019 4:01:50 GMT
Arthur Longbottom was sort of cute, that Lyuba could admit, but the glassy-eyed way he stared at her was something she was more accustomed to seeing from creepy Muggles on the streets of London. It was the veela thing, she knew it in an instant. She didn't really know how to stop it, and didn't really know if she could, and though she used it to her advantage sometimes (hello Delgado), the awkwardness of Arthur's kiss left her wishing she was just a regular blonde for a moment. She would have liked kissing him if he would have liked it...
Then it was her turn to spin, and as luck would have it, Rodrik had finally decided to join the game across the circle. Lyuba wasn't feeling lucky in the slightest when it landed on him, and she bit her lip as she looked up at his face, trying to decide what to do. She hadn't meant anything by rejecting him, really, it was just that she knew him because they were friends and she knew herself because she was herself and she knew that he was all into that sappy romance thing and she just--wasn't. That he would want all that candles and flowers and dates at Puddifoot's stuff and she would want other things instead. And if she kissed him even once, that's what would be in his mind--but she wished it didn't hurt him so much. It was weird to be without their friendship.
She winced as she saw him spill his drink right onto his lap, and took out her wand. Instead of kissing him right away, she came closer and pointed it at him. No fire this time, please no fire, she thought, as she cast Tergeo, crossing the fingers on her other hand in hopes that it would clean up his pants perfectly. The game would end really quickly with a trip to the hospital wing if she made a mistake.
