Shoot Me, Please!

[Verity Bromley]

Verity looked at the lighted tip of his wand with annoyance. Was he trying to draw attention to their whereabouts? Before she could tell him to put it out, he did. Verity was at war with herself. Was she really going to do this? Or was she going to walk away like the tease she was? She already had a reputation, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. People talked about her life because they didn’t have one of her own. Besides, you only live once and carpe diem and all that jazz. Ver pressed closer to his as he kissed her. He let his hands explore her form without limitations. Her fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt before slipping under and running over that smooth skin.

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

Ly intended to enjoy himself as thoroughly as possible without the removal of clothing. He wasn't stupid, and didn't want to find himself in the hospital wing complaining about whatever this beautiful piece of work in his arms might be carrying from her other conquests.

That didn't mean he couldn't press her against a spot of bare wall, of course. Nor did it stop him from initiating a bit of motion between them. But he could get quite a bit of fun, and perhaps give it back as well, without doing anything he'd have to explain to a nurse, to his parents, or Dog forbid, his sister, later.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity lived a life of oh-wells instead of a life of what-ifs. Sure, she had a reputation, but she didn’t give a single crap about it. So what if she was shacked up in some cramped closet with practically a stranger? He wasn’t throwing her out of the way and she didn’t have anywhere better to be. After a few minutes of the groping and making out, Verity switched gears. Her hands traveled up his torso, feeling every smooth curve of muscle along the way, and to his chest. She pulled away from him and pushed him off of her. She was bored and the mood had passed. “As great as it’s been,” Verity said, trying to remember his name. Ah, it was no use. She continued anyways. “I’ve got…prior commitments.” She said, smoothing out her hair and skirt. “It’s been a pleasure.” She said as she fixed herself.

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

A look of disbelief and startled offense passed over Ly's face. "You little c~ktease," he said. She'd propositioned him, not the other way around, and her commitments were a rather pathetic lie, considering they were both supposed to be in detention. He was no bumbling, pawing virgin, and though he was admittedly in an uncomfortable state, it was the power play that he objected to more than the sudden loss of physical contact. He could damn well take care of that elsewhere.

"You're making a mistake playing with me," he told her, and reached past her for the doorknob. He wouldn't stick around arguing or begging. This had been a damned waste of time. He'd known she was gutter trash from the beginning.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity smirked at his remark. She looked at him with her eyes wide and her expression twisted in shock. “I might be wrong, but as I remember it, the school frowns upon men who take advantage of helpless female prefects in a little closet out of the way.” She said. She’d probably never blackmail him, or anyone else, that way but he needed to know that she could. She stepped aside to let him out. “Thanks for your concern, sweetie, but I can take care of myself.” If this was the game he wanted to play, then so be it. “You didn’t really think you were going to get that lucky, now did you?” She purred. Verity feigned shock. “What kind of girl do you take me for?” She asked. Pressing buttons was her game and she played it well.

[Lysiseraph Phrixus]

"A slapper in hooker boots," Ly answered. "And I didn't intend to f~ your diseased c~ anyway, or your panties would be on the floor by now." She was positively disgusting, and he didn't for a moment think that anyone with eyes would call her a helpless female. In fact, he still didn't believe she was a prefect, no matter how many times she said as much. Surely the great Hogwarts wasn't so hard-up for prefects that they'd give a badge to someone like her.

He opened the door and stepped out, debating whether or not to seek out his sister. She wouldn't be expecting him for another half hour or so, but she might enjoy the surprise of seeing him sooner.

[Verity Bromley]

Verity laughed at the situation at hand. He was so mad, but it was at least entertaining. If he ran off and started to tell all of his buddies about what a tease she was, she could easily make him look like the dumbass in this situation. If he didn’t, well, then she really didn’t have anything to worry about. Verity made sure she looked alright before she stepped out of that closet and was on her merry way.