[She's making her way down the scaffold, and Grigori is looking up at her - if Sirius looks up now he'll get a nice shot up her skirt, red pants and everything - and he just looks over at Black.

You're joking, Seraphim, you're joking, this isn't for real-]

I cannot possibly have all the monopoly on brains-

[And her twin grips her by the arm and drags her a bit, and they're clearly arguing but what they're saying is low and hissing and possibly in an entirely different language (Russian, it's Russian) before she pulls her arm away, and Grigori looks up.

Watch it, Black, he says, scowling, before touching his nose and heading back, and Seraphim turns to Black crosses her arms]

Apparently if I let you touch me I'll turn into an unrepentant slut and go after Snape, next.