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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Mar 31, 2009 21:57:14 GMT
*smirks back*
I'm not like most girls Julian. I thought you would have figured that out by now.
*turns the page yet again*
There we go...a detailed drawing of the circulatory system for your convenience.
Though I'd lean more towards burning myself. It's more painful and there's less of a mess.
*evil grin*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Apr 1, 2009 21:57:32 GMT
*Eyes the drawing, looking more at peace than he does when he's asleep*
*Raises his fair brows when she states her preferences*
Fair point, there. Can you say that once more, but in a provocative whisper?
*Smirks, glancing around for Pince or anyone else*
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Apr 3, 2009 1:23:34 GMT
*smirks and leans in so close her lips brush against his ear as whispers seductively*
Imagine watching your victim writhing and screaming in pain as the flames slowly lick at his sensitive skin...the power you hold over him. Mmm...exhilarating, no?
*kisses his neck in a very tantalising manner before pulling way, not wanting to call unwanted attention on themselves as public displays of affection are forbidden*
Very exhilarating...
*fans herself, grinning mischievously*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Apr 3, 2009 18:12:37 GMT
*Feels a shudder run through his entire body*
*Whispers closely, his straight nose barely grazing her ear*
Where the hell did you come from?
*Moves his hand under her upper thigh, as if he wanted to pick her up and snog her right then and there*
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Apr 3, 2009 18:58:41 GMT
*turns her head so their lips are barely touching and whispers back just as seductively*
The stars.
*presses her lips to his, kissing him deeply before pulling away quite suddenly and standing up, almost breathless*
This is not...the time or place. Perhaps I'll be seeing you later?
*smirks and turns around, walking away without waiting for an answer and leaving the books she meant to return on the table for Pince to find later*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Apr 3, 2009 19:09:06 GMT
*Groans, both disgusted at his display of weakness and frustrated at how fickle girls are*
*Closes his book, deciding that any further reading would only excite him more*
*Licks his lips and walks restlessly around the library until he feels more at ease*
*Exits with his books, thinking he will take a look around the Prefects' Bathroom*
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