He will be: late to the lodge.

Suddenly hungry. Time to get my daily portion of greens.

Another set of Greengrass corset strings? Don’t mind if I do!

Evil. You’re evil.

Lounging languidly on the nearest chaise, “So who has fucked so far?”

“You!” He pointed to Tᴇᴅᴅʏ Wᴇɴᴛᴡᴏʀᴛʜ, curls a right mess as they fell into his forehead with the force of the motion. “You forsook me!”

good fucking gifts, percy.

A Christmas FIT. Peep that candy cane waistcoat.

Alright boys, let’s go!!

We’re dancing to night BABY

Oi! Percy! Your lady is here.

Send me starters ✌🏻

Hot meet hot, Abrhams

Wentworth is doing it right.

“You angel.” A wily grin formed and a good shot downed before the gifted flash was returned. “Here’s to the next four hours of vows.”

OHOHOHO this wedding just got so much more interesting Zdravstvuyte, motherfucker!

G a s p. “ A S T R I D.”

“Me? You! Give me a twirl, darling, show it off.” Arms were held out wide, drinks in both as he looked her over with a wide smile.

“I mean to make you feel like the shining diamond that you are, do not write me off with such ease, I beg of you.” That smile widened, one of those drinks being offered up.

The blonde leans towards Albus Emerson, eyes never leaving the holy man at the front as he spoke. “George looks a little worse for wear, does he not?”