GRIMFELL

“Interest in girls, or interest in you?” he hummed leaning back in his chair. “But no, I am fairly sure he’d have fallen for my charms if he was in any way interesting to those of the male variety - I mean, I am quite the specimen.”

the-write-ideas:

"I have a demanding employer," he smiled softly before stretching himself out in the chair. "And this is public property, so I didn't feel like I needed an invitation."

halgrimfell:

"And who might they be? Are they into third parties?" he quipped, downing the last bit of firewhiskey before sliding into one of the chairs. Therewas a soft, eternal flush on his cheeks, the tell tale sign of an alcoholic.

“Among the Slytherins, at least,” he held his chin up, “since I doubt they would take something as precarious from a Gryffindor. There’s just too many prejudices involved, you know?”

“I don’t do humiliating sexual encounters, I am way too skilled,” he gave a smile that was sharp as a razor. “But I was the main supplier of unsanctioned love potions out and about.”

“Ouch, and here I thought I was special to him,” he pouted rather impressively before turning back to Lily.

“Not personally, no, and he, for the life of him, wouldn’t know me,” he gave a small smile, “but like I said, I am terrible at charming ladies - a handsome man, however, I hardly ever forget.”

“I am terrible at charming ladies,” he gave a smile that was almost daring, “but I’ll buy you another one to make up for my rude behaviour.”

“Oh, I won,” he quipped, followed by a soft hum and a lowering of his voice, “do you know he has a trail of freckles that runs from the nape of his hair all the way down his side?”