“Fine!” She huffs. “You caught me, I snogged them and flashed them. Come on Rab, give me some credit.”

“Oh didn’t I tell you? Flint guaranteed me the spot if let him feel me up.” She rolls her eyes, still annoyed he thought she’d sleep her way to the top.

“You think I’d really snog any of them? That’s just rude, I’d rather lick the floor of the potions class.” She kisses his cheek. “Thanks, maybe a miracle will happen and Flint will do the right thing.”

“Diggory was a shy little Hufflepuff who probably stained his trousers after. Different situation than locking lips with Mulciber.”

“You’ll be busy if you’re planning to fuck the entire Ministry.”

“And you’ll contract every disease. If you do it I’ll give you 1000 galleons. Whole Ministry.”

“Oh? What stick’s up your arse then?”

“Castle window? Fine, if you want to go around publicly slandering the Ministry, go ahead. But I don’t announce my hatred of my enemies.”

“Well, then I sincerely hope you enjoy your lodgings in Azkaban because that’s where you’ll end up doing that.”

“Now that’s debatable, I think you might fit in there, come out with a few new tattoos.”

Rolls off the sofa, cackling as she tries to look Rabastan Lestrange [Parody] in the doorway. “You did WHAT?!”

Perhaps the owl will get lost on its way to 𝐂𝐲𝐠𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

"Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret~"