[If ever there was a strikingly handsome man, it was Lestrange. It was evident even from afar, but having him close like this made it undeniable. But if there's anything that could send Gretel springing into action, it's being cornered by a witch. Or wizard, in this case, no matter what desirous feelings may be stirring in the pit of her stomach.
Her eyes are locked on his, lips parting seemingly in anticipation of the kiss that's about to come, before they pull back in a tight sneer. She jerks her head to the right and brings an arm up between them, roughly shoving him away. Indeed, she's well aware of his temper and wouldn't be surprised if he has an adverse reaction to being rebuffed. However, Gretel's been on the bad side of witches and wizards for the better part of her entire life. What's one more to add to the pyre?]
Stop it. Just get the damn books and save the bullshit for your wife.
[Not that she believes for a second that he's a faithful husband. Still, the fact remains: He's married, this is a job, and he needs to stay focused. As does she.]
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Her eyes are locked on his, lips parting seemingly in anticipation of the kiss that's about to come, before they pull back in a tight sneer. She jerks her head to the right and brings an arm up between them, roughly shoving him away. Indeed, she's well aware of his temper and wouldn't be surprised if he has an adverse reaction to being rebuffed. However, Gretel's been on the bad side of witches and wizards for the better part of her entire life. What's one more to add to the pyre?]
Stop it. Just get the damn books and save the bullshit for your wife.
[Not that she believes for a second that he's a faithful husband. Still, the fact remains: He's married, this is a job, and he needs to stay focused. As does she.]