#otto-bagman

A broom closet was… quite an unusual location to meet someone. If that could be called meeting - they really didn’t say they’d meet there, but someone surely decided they would be doing so. In any case, when he realized - and recognized - who he’d been forced in a closet with, a smile grew on Gilderoy’s lips. “This must be the closet of fate if I’ve found such a beautiful person in here.” Perhaps, this would be more entertaining than he thought.

Florence was trying to focus on the situation and how to get out of there, rather than the other. But it was quite hard to do so when his face was just so close, and without really any place to look other than towards him. She really couldn’t help it that this was how her mind worked, but she needed to diffuse the discomfort somehow. “Why do I always meet you in the worst situations?” She finally said with a small smile. Well, at least this was a little more light-hearted than their previous encounter.