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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 12, 2007 21:45:23 GMT -5
"God damnit." Aston mumbled, looking under the tables, her chair, everything. And still, she couldn't find Des's book. Why in the world was she sent to do his bidding, because she has this block off? With a sigh of exasperation, she continued her search. She didn't even have Charms this semester, so no doubt if the Charms teacher emerged, he would think she was insane. She didn't know who he was after all.
She looked around once, to make sure the room was empty before she slipped underneath the tables. She felt strange, crawling around underneath the table in a uniform skirt she had altered to be shorter and a pair of heels. Now she remembered by they made the skirts so long anyway. No sign of Des's book, and she needed to go to lunch.
Just as she moved to crawl from beneath the table, she heard the door open and sighed, crawling out quickly and popping up from beneath the table, pulling her skirt back down so it lapped at the middle of her thighs instead of around her waist, her hair ruffled.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 15:04:06 GMT -5
Gabrielle had been walking down to Esmeralda's office for another attempt to figure out why, exactly, she continued to bring out the mannerisms his parents had all but beaten into him as a child. As he did, he realized he'd forgotten a book he wanted to loan her. Even the idea alone had confounded him, but, of course, he was going to act on it, just to see what the result would be.
As the wizard opened his classroom door, his eyes fell on the rather round bum of a girl he knew to be Aston Savien, the sister to one of his better students. "Miss Savien?" he muttered, his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide. "Can I help you?"
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 16, 2007 15:09:52 GMT -5
Aston was trying her hardest not to be embarrassed and forced a blush not to come over her pale skin. "Destrane lost is effing Charms book and made me come to try and find it." She replied, standing up a little more from where she was behind the table and grinned. "You seem to know who I am, but I'm afraid I don't know your name." She said, pushing her hair back from her face and back behind her shoulders.
She smoothed out her uniform shirt and skirt, her skirt a bit shorter than it would have been had it been one someone else. Not only had she had it shortened, but Aston had long legs. However, it was still not short enough to be considered slutty, just a little scandalous.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 15:19:27 GMT -5
Gabe smiled. "Professor Gabrielle Ivy, Charms." he replied, flashing her his brilliant smile. "As for Mr. Savien's book," he began, walking over to his desk where he lifted his lesson plans to reveal the book in question. "I found it beneath his desk after class and intended on returning it to him at Dinner, however, as long as it gets to him, I really don't care what journey it takes." He grasped the large volume easily in his smooth but callused hand and walked back over to Aston's side, extending the text book for her to take.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 16, 2007 15:27:04 GMT -5
When he extended a hand with the book in question, she reached out to take it from him, the tips of her long fingers brushing over his and she flashed a brilliant smile of her own. She took the book, turning and opening her satchel to drop the book inside then closing it back up, thinking over his name. Suddenly it clicked, he was a Death Eater.
That's where she had recognized him from.
She turned her eyes back to him, smiling another brilliant smile, but it was a slightly smirking smile, much like her father's, or foster father's as she had recently found out. She had grown up around him after all. "Thank you, Professor." She said softly,
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 15:30:25 GMT -5
"You are most welcome, Miss Savien." he replied, his charming smile still planted with ease on his face. "Is there anything else you needed? My profession may be in Charms and Spell-work, but I do have other talents." Rielle couldn't resist a chance to boost his ego slightly; this he was accustom to, and he was rather glad to have his old state of mind back without the annoying clouds of mannerisms hanging over him.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 16, 2007 15:35:24 GMT -5
Aston smirked, a smirk that did her strong jaw and lovely features justice. She leaned against the table behind her, elbows on it, and her long, elegant legs in front of her, forcing her to put out her chest a little to keep her balance. After a moment, her tongue darted out, wetting her lips before she spoke. "I'm sure you're a man of...many talents, however, I can think of nothing else I can do for you."
She replied, standing up a little more, so she had to lift her chin a little less to look at him. "However, is there anything I can do for you, Professor? My talents go beyond crawling under tables in short skirts." She replied, smirking still.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 15:42:04 GMT -5
Right eyebrow raised and lips smirking, Gabrielle moved elegantly to stand in front of Aston, his hand easily grasping her tiny but curvaceous hip, pulling her up so she was flush against his chest. "So tempting..." he breathed, turning his head so his lips were mere centimeters from her ear. "I don't think I'm allowed." She knew as well as he exactly what he meant, and it had nothing to do with Hogwarts' rules. "And, I'm rather fond of breathing. Helps in the sex, you know." All while he spoke, his body never moved, as if he was daring her to be the one to take the first step. He certainly knew the consequences of doing so himself.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 16, 2007 15:48:58 GMT -5
Aston let out a soft meeping sound as he pulled her to him, bodies flush, her head tilted to look up at him. Just as he leaned in, closer to her, her eyes widened ever so slightly. In a moment, his lips were centimeters from her ear, she could feel his breath against the side of her face.
"I don't think I'm allowed."
His words caused her to tense, and she closed her eyes for only a moment. He was still so close to her, her long legs practically straddling one of his to try and keep her balance. She allowed one hand to touch the hip that was on her own.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 15:53:30 GMT -5
His breath hitched, but only for a moment. The tip of his nose gently brushed against her cheek before he returned his head to its original position, his lips still dangerously close to her ear. "Once I get started," he began, his hot breath caressing her ear. "I won't stop until I have what I want." he pressed his groin against her left hip, his grasp on her tightening as his arm wrapped around her waist completely. "Last chance to run."
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 16, 2007 16:00:36 GMT -5
Aston couldn't move, could barely breath, her heart was racing. She turned her head as the tip of his nose brushed against her cheek, her body pressed so close to him that the heat from his body was warming her. Oh, she couldn't have ran even if she wanted to. His groin was pressed against her hip, but she did not move away.
Suddenly, she seemed to regain herself and yanked from his arms, leaning against the table once more, only this time in a much less flirting stance. She simply watched him for a moment, mouth parted slightly and eyes wide.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 16:07:14 GMT -5
Gabrielle was shocked, to say the least, when she ripped herself from his grasp. Out of reflex, he took a step back, his shoulders squaring and his face becoming more somber than it had been before. "As you wish, Miss Savien." he whispered simply, turning to his desk to get the book he had originally come after, then headed to the door. "If you were ... in need of company," he began, turning his body ever so slightly so his words would not be muffled by the wood he faced. "My door is always unlocked. Knock three times, and it will open." With that, he moved from his classroom to the hallway, making sure his pace was slow just in case the young woman changed her mind.
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Post by Aston Savien on Dec 16, 2007 16:13:17 GMT -5
Aston watched the man leave, before sighing. "God damnit!" She hissed, pounding her fist on the table, but not loud enough to call attention to herself. She rubbed her temples, before making her way from the room, grabbing her bag on the way out. and stepping into the hallway. She watched the professor's back vanishing and sighed, forcing herself not to follow him.
She headed in the direction of the library, deciding that she did not have the stomach to eat right now.
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