@anotherscamander // from ✘
A flirtatious laugh escaped as she played her forefinger across her plump lower lip, a melodious sound that was the only sign of how nervous she truly was. There were endless decisions, excuses for why she needed his punishment. Trying, and failing, for a contrite expression, she took a step closer to his desk. ❝ There are several reasons that I deserve it, sir. Like all the ways I’ve helped to defile the Slytherin common room. Sneaking into the Ravenclaw common room, and the astrology tower, and then there’s what I did in class today. ❞ Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, Victoire continued to move closer to him until she was a hard thought from actually touching him, from making contact with him. ❝ My hands acted on impure thoughts during your lecture, relieved aching tension in my body, ❞ she murmured, pale blue eyes gazing into his. While there was a slight hint of her mother’s accent to her words, it was clear (especially by the green and silver tie), that she was far different from her parents. Would he spurn her? Punish her in the way she didn’t wish? Or would he give in to her advances?
