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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 18, 2018 7:02:21 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Rodolphus shrugged off his winter coat and handed it to the kid working the cloak-check room. The pimply faced teenager must have just been out of Hogwarts but this wasn’t a half bad attempt at making a little extra pocket money for a young wizard. Surrounded by attractive people with the ability to rummage through the pockets of the wealthy clientele while they got themselves piss drunk and tipped you generously on the way out in order to impress the witch they were trying to take home. For anyone other than a Lestrange, it made perfect sense as a first job, but Rodolphus hadn’t needed to work at a place like this at any point in his life. These establishments were meant for leisure, and he was expecting to have a grand time tonight.
Pocketing the coat-check stub the teen had given him, Rodolphus’ eyes scanned the room on the way to the bar. There were plenty of attractive ladies here tonight but he didn’t like to pounce too early in case something more appealing came along. He made eye contact with a pretty blonde at the end of the bar, flashed a charming smile, then turned his attention to the bartender. Ordering a scotch neat, a napkin was placed on the bar in front of him but Roddy turned his back to the bar and looked out over the rest of the room. There were plenty of people dancing, their bodies gyrating to the pulsating music, colorful lights flashing over the dance floor. The dance floor was no place for a drink, and anyone daft enough to take one out there didn’t often get the pleasure of finishing that drink; the dance floor was enchanted to levitate anyone that stepped on it, making carrying a drink a risky task unless that drink was in a sippy cup similar to the kind Aurora sometimes still used to avoid spills.
“Scotch neat.” The bartender set his drink down on the napkin and Rodolphus pulled his eyes off the levitating bodies of scantily dressed witches on the dance floor in order to pay for his drink. Passing a few coins to the bartender, Rodolphus nodded as his only form of gratitude before lifting his glass and taking a sip. He looked back down the bar to see whether Blondie was still there but caught sight of a pretty brunette leaning herself over the bar, purposely displaying her gods-given talents in order to capture the bartender’s attention. It was a pleasant sight to behold. He took another sip of his drink and let his eyes continue to wander the room, looking for the night’s entertainment.
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Post by Wilhelmina Emerald Rayne on Jan 6, 2019 7:04:24 GMT
It was time for the festive season to begin! The first of December was the start of advent and despite being a fully grown woman, Helley had her own advent calendar that she liked to open. Well two. She had her traditional chocolate calendar for the morning and her grown up, bottle of beer calendar for the evening and after her first beer she really fancied heading out and having a few more. Hogwarts would still be there when she got back, she was in no rush because she had a job that only required afternoon and night classes. Booyeah! She was pleased as punch to have such a brilliant job and she was glad it was the weekend, but staying at the castle wasn’t quite as fun as she’d remembered it when she’d been at school herself. Sure the extra freedom was good and knowing what the staff room looked like was something she’d always wanted to know, but beyond that life was kinda dull and dull didn’t really suit Helley. She had far too much of a wild streak in her to be contained in the castle 24/7. Thankfully she wasn’t the head of a house and so she had more freedom than her dear friend Hazel who had to be close by at all times during school terms and all but the summer holidays. That was not the life for Helley. While she could handle some responsibility, that kind was soul crushing and dream breaking, there was no way Helley would get tied down with a job like that.
Helley made her way to the Three Broomsticks but the action there was kind of dull. And by kind of dull she meant practically dead. After that quick pit stop she made her way to the Leaky down in London. She had a bit more of a good time there but it still wasn’t what she was after so she called on a few friends. Deciding she fancied hitting up a nightclub she arranged to meet her friends at the only place that made sense. Helley headed to the best place in London - Whimsic Alley. She checked out the queue for the Speakeasy but found it way too long and really, it was starting to drag a little, they needed to liven the place up a bit, or maybe she was just a bit too old for it now. Merlin that was a depressing thought. Instead Helley made her way to Charmed Nightclub. The queue was nearly as long as the one for Speakeasy but it moved much faster so Helley lined up, waving a couple of her girlfriends over that had replied to her last minute invite. Most people were off marrying and settling down, but not these sluts! Helley could still have a good time with a few of her old friends but they were more people to go out with, not people to hang around with all night long, but Helley figured she’d find someone else to keep her company or she’d just head back to the castle alone but feeling a little brighter after a few drinks and some dancing.
The ladies all got in, a few giggles when they were asked for ID and a bit of hollering when Shandy grabbed the bouncers crotch and asked for a good time. Thankfully the bouncer took it all in his stride and for the fun that it was and encouraged the ladies along with a coupon each for a free drink at the bar, no doubt he wanted to make sure his junk wasn’t grabbed again. The ladies made their way to the bar, Chantelle grabbing the drinks while Shandy and Helley chatted to a couple of cute looking guys at bar, just having a good night out. Once she had her drink Helley cheersed with the ladies, clinking her glass with theirs and knocked back the cocktail, almost in one go, cheering once she was finished and setting her glass back on the bar. Grabbing Shandy’s left hand and Chantelle’s right, Helley dragged them out onto the unconventional dance floor where the three danced up against one another though it wasn’t long until Chantelle found a woman and Shandy found a couple of blokes, leaving Helley happily dancing on her own, contemplating another drink.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jan 6, 2019 8:07:34 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Tits McGee was as forward as she was busty, and after flirting a drink off the bartender the brunette set her sights on Rodolphus. “Hey,” she said casually, a slight slur to her words and a lean in her stance as she squeezed her way up to the bar beside Rod. She wasn’t subtle as she gave him a ‘come fuck me’ stare. He liked that. More witches ought to be so bold instead of waiting for a bloke to make the first move, he thought. It was a total turn on and he might have taken her to the toilets for a quickie had she not at that moment raised her arms into the air, shouting “Oh my Merlin, I love this song,” and displayed an unappealing mass of pit hair. Really? It was 1979, hadn’t all the summer of love hippie-types died out by now? “Dance with me,” she said enticingly, her attention and bedroom eyes returning to Rodolphus after the momentary elation of ‘her song’ being played had washed over her. His eyes scanned her up and down, his actions purposeful and noticeable as he measured her worth solely on her appearance and then deemed her lacking. “No,” he said coldly, lifting his drink from the bar and turning, leaving the brunette in a moment of shock before she gulped down her cocktail and began hitting on the next wizard in the queue for a drink.
He strolled the outer edge of the dancefloor, a high-pitched squeal of excited witches celebrating their short reprieve from their boring lives sounded behind him, catching his ear and causing him to look back in their directions. He watched as the trio of attractive slightly older ladies made their way onto the dancefloor and disappeared into the crowd. Finishing his drink, Roddy placed the now empty glass on a table as he passed by and then stepped onto the levitating floor on the far end of the room. It was easy to bump up against someone when you didn’t have complete control over your movements, but it wasn’t as though Rodolphus or any of the other club patrons were completely debilitated by the spell’s effects. It actually made dancing more effortless, which reserved energy for far more alluring activities. Having no real goal in mind just yet, Rodolphus found himself dancing behind one of the squealing women he had seen (and heard) a few songs earlier. Her friends had appeared to have coupled off, leaving the blonde cougar available for Rodolphus. How thoughtful.
Without a word, because it wouldn’t have been heard over the music without him shouting directly into her ear anyway, Rodolphus moved in closer and made his presence known as his body synced with her movements, avoiding coming on too forceful as some wankers were known to do. He liked to think himself a little above such sleezy actions, and in a place such as this he tried to keep a fairly respectable air about him. No one expected him to be celibate after he separated from his wife and he had been single long enough now that if he hadn’t started being seen in public with other women the tabloids would start to bring his sexuality into question. There was very little margin for error when it came to his exploits, but he had learned by now how to still have fun without ruining his family’s good name in the process.
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Post by Wilhelmina Emerald Rayne on Jan 23, 2019 3:46:24 GMT
The ladies were dancing a little bit away from Helley who was happy to just be enjoying herself. She had wanted a night out for a while, her body ached for it sometimes and tonight was not a disappointment. Fun music she could move to, decent alcohol and guys as far as the eye could see. Of course most of those guys were with someone else but that didn't bother Helley, she could happily spend the night checking out taken guys and probably still end up taking one home if she fancied, not that she fancied taking them all the way home, that was a drag. They could either have their own place close by or she'd be hooking up with them in the nearest toilets or cupboards, screw the risk of getting caught. Ha, screw. Helley cracked herself up sometimes. She was more than happy to risk being seen in favour of some immediate fun, and if some guy wanted to watch, or chick, then maybe she'd be okay with that. Probably. Yeah, she'd be chill with that.
Some guy started dancing up against Helley. She paid him no attention for a little while until she turned a bit to look at him. Tall, holy heck he was tall! And cute enough, she supposed. A few more drinks and she was sure he'd be comparable to Prince Charming. A strange feeling of familiarity was present but Helley figured she'd probably slept with him before but she'd know for certain once she saw his dong. That was always an easier way to tell the guys she'd slept with before. She didn't necessarily recall every cock she'd ever seen, but she could recognise the ones she'd seen before when they were in front of her. It was an incredible talent to have. So applicable to every day life. Pressing up a little more against the guy dancing behind her, Helley wasn't afraid to let him know she was up for a good time tonight.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Feb 11, 2019 3:11:10 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
The blonde turned long enough to get a good look at Rodolphus, and in return he was able to give her front a closer inspection as well. The back, he had already determined, was more than acceptable. She was slender with enough of a curve around her hips that he would have something to smack and play with, without getting pointy joints and well-visible bones jammed into him. Only one of them should be jabbed with something hard, and Rodolphus preferred to be the one doing the poking, as it were. She didn’t have as much meat on her bones as some other women he’d been with recently, but likewise she wasn’t the thinnest. She fell square in the middle of the spectrum and while he typically enjoyed having a little more to grab onto, her face more than made up for her slender backside. She was attractive, blonde – which he always preferred, and both of which he had noted before approaching her on the dance floor and rubbing himself tastefully up against her arse. She had gorgeous eyes which, paired with her movements after checking him out for herself, let Rod know that she was down for a good time. More important than her eyes, though, was her mouth that looked like he could fit an entire fist in without causing her discomfort but somehow didn’t stretch her face into an awkward cartoonish version of a hot witch. He could most definitely work with this. Letting his hands run over her hips, he returned the signal she had given him, letting the enchantment on the dance floor move their bodies through the air.
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Post by Wilhelmina Emerald Rayne on Feb 12, 2019 0:58:34 GMT
Enough was enough, cute guy was certainly interested and she was interested in him so it was time to move things along. The song mixed with another as a change came, the rhythm of the new song kept tempo with the old and Helley turned herself around to face tall, dark, and handsome, turning herself about in his large hands, figuring he could pick her up with relative ease if he felt like it. She was feeling the buzz from the drinks she'd had with her girlfriends but she wasn't drunk, she was buzzed and she was flaming loving it! She'd had every intention of having fun tonight but hooking up? Well that was always on the cards but she hadn't expected anything until much later in the night towards closing time when she was a lot more drunk and the guys were a lot more drunk. She knew she wasn't exactly of clubbing age but hey, she wasn't that old really. She had plenty of life left in her still and she was going to cop a feel of some random bloke she'd never met before on the dance floor. Lucky for her one had made his way on over to her and he was pretty good looking so she was doing better tonight than she'd expected. Helley couldn't blame the guy, she was a straight up hotty after all.
The dress Helley had on was a little restrictive around the legs, coming over her thighs and hugging them a little, easy enough to hoist up but not enough that she could just jump up while wrapping her arms around the guys neck and her legs around his waist. He was considerably taller than her too but she wasn't going to complain, she had a thing for taller guys even if that did mean just about any guy considering she was a total short arse. So without being able to literally jump the guy she moved her body in against his, her hands snaking their way over his waist as she tilted her head up, grabbing his arse with her right hand and giving it cheeky squeeze as she gave the guy a playful wink. If he didn’t take the hints then she was going to have to find someone a little less stupid. Or just drag him off the dance floor and stand on a chair to snog his face off.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Feb 19, 2019 6:13:59 GMT
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Forward women were always so attractive. A total nightmare long-term, as his wife Bellatrix had proven to be, but in the moment it was bloody hot and he loved it. There was something to be said for the chase, for witches playing coy and making the bloke run around for a bit to impress them, but it was tiring and he wasn’t looking for that tonight. No, tonight he wanted to get laid without all the theatrics and this witch seemed more than willing as she gave his arse a squeeze.
The height disparity was too great for Rodolphus to simply lean down in order to kiss her, even with their feet hovering above the dance floor he was still nearly a foot taller than her. Did he have a thing for short women? He’d never considered it before and certainly now was not the time to take stock in his personal preferences, not when the blonde was making those sultry eyes at him. Gripping her gently around her waist and holding her up with one hand on her bum, Rodolphus brought the petite witch up to his height, the levitation spell assisting him easily, and pressed his lips to her. He let his tongue slide past her lips and didn’t bother going slow. If she wasn’t into it, she’d make it known and he would decide at that point whether he’d just let her go or whether he wanted to paint the back alley with her blood.
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Post by Wilhelmina Emerald Rayne on Feb 19, 2019 12:45:43 GMT
Thank Merlin! The bloke took well to hints and he lifted her up, placing his lips on hers, his tongue thrusting his way into her mouth and damned if she didn't love it! She ran her left hand over his shoulder and moved her right hand around the back of his head and into his hair, gripping it lightly as she pulled herself into him a little, fully eager for snogging and more. She was pretty damn hot, she could get some if she wanted some and tonight was just continuing to prove that, what was better was this guy seemed to be on a similar wavelength, or even the exact same wavelength, as her. He could have leant down and snogged her face off but instead he went full intimate when he'd cupped her arse like he had and lifted her with so much ease there had to have been magic involved. She liked that a hell of a lot. She liked a guy that wasn't afraid to go after what he wanted, just so long as she was what he was after and she was after what he had. This bloke certainly looked like he was the full package, or in the very least the full package that she would need for one incredible night of fun. She didn't care where they went, she just needed a little fun. Hogwarts was great and all but she was limited on how much she could go out. She wasn't going to let a job stop her completely but it was certainly setting her back a little, however she was definitely going to get some when she could! What she needed was a bone buddy like Hazel had in Bones, although she preferred not to get knocked up. As cute as babies could be, she wasn't up for having kids of her own.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Feb 25, 2019 5:54:00 GMT
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There was a big difference between rushing a woman and going so slow she lost interest, but the grey area in between was a fine line that if not walked carefully could wreck a bloke’s chances of getting with a witch. Rodolphus wasn’t overly concerned, if he fucked this one up there were others he could recover with and while his ego was massive it wasn’t so sensitive that it would shatter his evening to get rejected. He did, however, like the look of this petite blonde and if her kissing were any indication, she had a magic mouth that he would not want to miss out on.
The DJ mixed in a second song with the first and the tempo changed yet again. Bodies moved at a different pace, people left the dance floor while others joined. Roddy took advantage of the shift to move himself and the cougar to the edge of the dance floor, hinting heavily his intention in taking her to the loo so that he could get into that tight skirt of hers. If she protested he could buy her a drink first, hell he’d buy her one afterwards if it made her feel better about whoring herself out to the first bloke who showed some interest in her, but either way he could feel himself growing impatient and snogging her face off wasn’t cutting it any longer.
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Post by Wilhelmina Emerald Rayne on Mar 1, 2019 8:03:47 GMT
Helley had no idea where her friends for the evening were. She was moved away from the dance floor and she was fairly certain that if her friends were still there, then they wouldn't be for long. It was a good night. They'd each found someone relatively early in in the evening. Was Helley a little bitter than she'd been the last one to be picked up by someone? No! Of course not! Well okay, a little but only because she was the hot one of her friends! One had a wart the size of your big toe on the side of her face and the other was a brunette. Gross. Still they were her friends so she overlooked those things because beyond their obvious flaws they were quite pretty but still no way near as hot as her! Never mind, she had someone now and he was way hotter than the people her tramps had pick them up! And her bloke was trying to get into her skirt and she wasn't complaining, she was actually rather encouraging of it. It had been longer than she'd care to admit since she hooked up with a bloke on a night out but tonight was changing that a she used one hand to undo a couple of his shirt buttons so she could slip her hand in against his chest and over his shoulder, digging her nails in just a little.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Mar 10, 2019 0:14:37 GMT
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He had learned from experience over the years that the ladies’ loo was always busy, no matter where you were; a club, the train station, a playhouse, even a dive bar. He’d pulled witches into the loo often enough that he knew better than to try and take this blonde to the ladies’ toilets and instead he pushed open the door to the men’s as the blonde clawed at his shoulder underneath his shirt. There was no one inside that he could see and most of the stall doors were open enough that he was certain they’d be left alone. If there was anyone unlucky enough to be occupying the last stall in the corner, then they would either have to wait patiently for Roddy and Whatsherface to finish or make themselves known midway through. Turning the lock on the door, Roddy secured them a modicum of privacy in the busy club, simultaneously drowning out much of the noise from the other room.
Pulling at the tight skirt the blonde was wearing, he managed to hike it up enough give him better access and then picked the petite witch up and set her upon the sink counter. There were balled up bits of paper towel and tiny puddles of water that had splashed up out of the sink when blokes had tried to wash their hands earlier, but Roddy was decent enough to try to find a someone clean spot to place her though he wasn’t inspecting it too carefully. His tongue was still roaming around her mouth and her new position on the counter made her taller, meaning he didn’t have to bend quite as much to reach her. It was something he was used to by now, but it was nice for a break, and her position allowed him to spread her legs and stand his body between her knees. Hands now free for more important tasks, he unfastened his trousers and freed himself, positioning one hand on the mirror just over her shoulder as he guided himself with the other hand then pulled her up against him. Someone tried the door and there was a loud thud as a drunk clubgoer ran into the door, expecting to have no resistance as he pushed on the door.
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Post by Wilhelmina Emerald Rayne on Mar 28, 2019 15:44:39 GMT
Well wasn't this night just a blast! Helley was so glad she'd come out tonight and it was going to make the rest of the week far more bearable. As much as she loved Astronomy there wasn't a whole lota love for the students. Breaking free of Hogwarts for the night was a relief half the time, like it was some kind of a life float just to be out of there. Helley had thought she was going to love the position, after all she'd been a private tutor for quite a while, but the whole setting was completely different. She had the same classrooms, the same faces, the same dick asking for extra classwork. Honestly it was exhausting, but nights like this where she could get away, where she didn't have to be a Professor were much more her pace. Hazel may have liked to slow paced kinda life but Helley needed more fun than what Hogwarts had to offer, a couple of cute co-workers just wasn't cutting it if she wasn't getting some action. She did like getting together once a month and hearing she wasn't the only Professor with irritating students, but she would have preferred if it was more often.
Usually hooking up with a guy towards the end of the night meant that Helley would head to some cheap motel room with them and then sneak off after they were finished, it wasn't very often that she wouldn't even leave the premises in order to have her fun, in fact she couldn't barely remember the last time that she'd snuck off to a broom closet or toilet to have a little hanky panky, hell, she'd probably have been in her 20's which was almost a sobering thought. Almost.
Snogging, groping, fondling, it was all going on tonight. They were in the blokes toilets and the smell wasn't that great, cheap after shaves and body sprays that the younger lads probably thought attracted women but actually did the opposite, but at least it wasn't what one might expect to find in the lavatories. This bloke she was getting on well with tonight had a more refined smell, it was crazy but he smelt rich, like his cologne was made of money. Despite that Helley still didn't recognise who he was but it didn't matter to her, after tonight she wasn't going to have anything to do with him so what did it matter. With her arse on the counter, her dress pulled up and the bloke having locked the door Helley was ready for fun. He got himself between her legs and seemed to do all the work. Heck, she wasn't going to complain. If he wanted to take the lead on this one then she was all for it right now. The was a loud bang at the door as someone walked into it, causing Helley to jolt and pull away from the blokes lips and very experienced tongue. Helley grabbed the bar of soap next he her and flung it at the door where it made a much softer thud than the bloke that had walked into the door, "Occupied!" She shouted, how dare someone interrupt like that. Wanker.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Apr 14, 2019 18:48:37 GMT
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With the door locked and the complaining patrons all too drunk to be taken seriously by the staff straight away, they weren’t horribly pressed for time. This wasn’t a leisurely event by any means, but he felt no rush to speed things along and leave anyone – himself especially – dissatisfied. Rodolphus liked to consider himself a generous lover. There was rarely a reason to be selfish when it felt so incredibly good to share in the experience but there were some proclivities that could not be shared with all. With a reputation as a respectable pureblooded wizard, second in command of an international business, and next in line for the proverbial wizarding crown, Rodolphus was taking risk enough just by shagging a stranger in a public place. A risk he’d taken many times before but a risk nonetheless. He wouldn’t further endanger his public persona, nor his family name, by unleashing his true desires on this pretty little harlot. She would leave here with her life, unbroken and barely even a bruise to show for her encounter, but it would satiate him enough for the time being. He had other whores he could break and could trust to keep his secrets, either through a mutual benefit or through death.
The banging on the locked door was becoming more incessant as the queue of drunken wizards grew longer, all needing to piss or wank each other off in private. To each their own. Having finished, Roddy pulled away from the blonde, allowing her space to clean herself up as pulled up his trousers and fastened his belt. His fingers smelled of her and he enjoyed the scent for a moment before turning on the faucet and grabbing a bar of soap from a sink further down the counter, the one nearest them having been thrown at the door by the feisty blonde. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked as the water rinsed away the soap bubbles, the epitome of a gentleman despite having defiled her in a filthy toilet. Whether she accepted his offer or not, Roddy didn’t care. He’d pay for her drink if she wanted, then he’d be on his way, having gotten what he’d come for.
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Post by Wilhelmina Emerald Rayne on Apr 24, 2019 15:48:22 GMT
he evening had moved along faster than Helley would have ever expected, this kind of thing was more 'end of the night' kind of thing. She wasn't used to hooking up so early with a hotty but it was sure fun. She still had the rest of the night ahead of her to have a few more drinks and do a lot more dancing and then a lot more drinks. She'd take the Knight Bus back to Hogsmeade and walk up to the school in the dark, well stumbling was probably more like it. Maybe Roz would still be up and she could grab a room at The Three Broomsticks. Wherever he night took her it had started off very well.
She cleaned herself up, a few knocks getting more aggressive at the door. "Hold ya dicks, ya dicks." She grumbled, washing her own hands and grabbing a paper towel to dry them as tall and handsome offered to buy her a drink, she smiled a little, impressed he wasn't just about screwing around and running off but it wasn't really something that was of interest to Helley. She liked the guy enough to screw around in a bathroom but she wasn't up for getting a drink and chatting after, she was here for fun, she was here to dance, she was here to drink. If she got a drink from this guy then she'd feel obligated to chat at least a little. "Nah, you're alright, toots." She said, throwing him a wink as she adjusted the bottom of her dress, "Maybe next time, yeah?" She headed for the door and unlocked it, it swung open and she saw the faces of some irritated blokes, each one as ugly as the next, "Jeez, give a woman a little privacy, jeesh." She complained, pushing past the blokes and making her way back to the dance floor in search of her friends.
Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange !
Words: 320
Notes: <3
Outfit: Ignore the extra baggage
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