[He greets the couple with a wolf-whistle as he comes around the corner, leans against the wall with his arms folded.]
Evening.
[And he grins, and the girl--sixth year, Slytherin, youngest Mulciber daughter, it's all information that comes to mind quickly--her face colour even in the dark of the corner.
I don't sleep, Sera had said. So the best place to look for her is after hours, in places he wouldn't expect her to be. Ravenclaws and the library are a match made in heaven, but that would be too easy, too obvious--and she's sneakier than other Ravenclaws. There's an edge to her. But that doesn't mean he can't have a bit of fun as he's looking.]
Shouldn't you be-- elsewhere?
[It's none of your business, Mulciber tells him, her face still pink, and she seizes her boyfriend by the hand and goes to drag him off.]
A Hufflepuff? Where's your taste?
[Fuck off, Black, she informs him, sharply, as they scramble to push past him, the lucky (unlucky?) Hufflepuff straightening out his rumbled jumper as they go. Sirius grins.]
At least try Ravenclaw--at least they're good for a laugh--
[Fuck off! Mulciber repeats, heatedly, throwing him a glare. The Ravenclaw comment wasn't even for her benefit, it's just that Sirius has had a certain Ravenclaw in mind, lately--but he laughs all the same.]
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Evening.
[And he grins, and the girl--sixth year, Slytherin, youngest Mulciber daughter, it's all information that comes to mind quickly--her face colour even in the dark of the corner.
I don't sleep, Sera had said. So the best place to look for her is after hours, in places he wouldn't expect her to be. Ravenclaws and the library are a match made in heaven, but that would be too easy, too obvious--and she's sneakier than other Ravenclaws. There's an edge to her. But that doesn't mean he can't have a bit of fun as he's looking.]
Shouldn't you be-- elsewhere?
[It's none of your business, Mulciber tells him, her face still pink, and she seizes her boyfriend by the hand and goes to drag him off.]
A Hufflepuff? Where's your taste?
[Fuck off, Black, she informs him, sharply, as they scramble to push past him, the lucky (unlucky?) Hufflepuff straightening out his rumbled jumper as they go. Sirius grins.]
At least try Ravenclaw--at least they're good for a laugh--
[Fuck off! Mulciber repeats, heatedly, throwing him a glare. The Ravenclaw comment wasn't even for her benefit, it's just that Sirius has had a certain Ravenclaw in mind, lately--but he laughs all the same.]