⠀ 𝕯 𝐄 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝓯 𝓵 𝓲 𝓻 𝓽 .ᐟ 𝔅𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑥 𝔅𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘. 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭. pureblood. of the sacred 28. #ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀᴄ. ⠀⠀⠀

"Speaking of." steps closer to brush his fingers against her thigh, just under the bottom of her skirt. "Let me see what colour you're wearing today."

His finger snuck under the waistband, brushing against her skin before pulling back so it snapped back against her skin hard.

He grins down at her as she pulls him closer. "Sorry. I missed it. Let me try again." He then lowers himself down on one knee

[I'll see if I can squeeze you in. I have to go and entertain a bunch of first year's later since I'm apparently an entertainer.]

He frowned as he looked up, appearing focused and paying attention while his hand slid down the hem of her skirt and then up to brush against the outside of her thigh.

His fingers continued trailing up and down her thigh, each time they moved up it was higher than the last time until he made contact with her underwear.

[Fix your face. I'll meet you after class.]

Class went on for a couple of more minutes before Rabastan stepped further into the darkness and slipped away to follow the witch

Winks at the blonde as she crumbles the note. As planned, he leaned against the brick wall after class with an unlit cigarette between his lips as he waited for her.

"For you? Never." he said and slid his unlit cigarette behind his ear, trying not to sure just how amused he was by the attitude he was getting.

Glances at his future sister in law.

"There were no first years Wilkes. I was kidding." he pushed off the wall and stepped towards her. "So. You have something in mind?"

Since witnessing her on the field for the first time he'd been doing that a lot. Watching her, stealing glances -

"Is there some rumour going around that I don't know about claiming that I'm some kind of entertainer?" he asked with his head tipped the side

Sighs to himself when her gaze lands on him. He's always been close with his brother, but at this very moment he could feel his blood begin to boil with envy.

"Ah. Miscommunication then. It's actually that I prefer being on the other end of it. So if you're offering, I have a more than a willing lap for you."

𝕽𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖕𝖍𝖚𝖘 𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊

Cockblock

Lowers himself down onto his haunchers. Takes a drag from his cigarette while blood drips from his arm and off his fingertips.