“Contagious? Hm, that could very well be true.” Synclair’s lips curved into an amused smile, a low chuckle rumbling in his broad chest while he began making his way across the clearing with Katya. "We may want to take precautions, to ensure that it doesn't spread," he teased, glancing back and smiling. The light cast shadows onto the man's handsome features, bringing out the strong jaw, the high cheekbones...and the dimple peeking out from his right cheek because of the smile. His dark blue eyes looked like pieces of sapphire, with lighter pieces of topaz, and darker pieces of obsidian lurking along the edges.<br/><br/>Synclair’s home was a humble abode, with none of the extravagant dressings one would expect. Humming softly under his breath, the young man went about his business, putting things in their place and picking up a basket. "The cabbage and germander should be ready for harvesting," he noted with a smile. "I believe everything else needs a little more time before I can pick it. I had to deal with Flesh-Eating Slugs not too long ago... so my garden is a bit...pitiful at the moment."<br/><br/>That said, Synclair began moving around towards the back, the top of his head almost brushing the ceiling. He was a tall, broad man, clearly comfortable with the outdoors and all it has to offer. His arms were thick with ropy muscle...and his body was lean, fit, capable of whatever he set his mind to. There was a natural grace in the way he walked...and yet, also a sense of predatory intent...despite his friendly demeanor. In other words...it indicated there was more to the man that anyone knew...maybe even himself.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>“You are NOT being greedy, not in the slightest,” Nilsa scolded the teenage girl without second thought. “Tell me...how often is it I get to see my adorable niece throughout the year, without having anyone else begging for my attention? Not very.” The curled side at her hip did not go unnoticed...and however tempting it may be to tease Siobhan, or to act on it… the Headmistress didn’t feel the time was quite right to do so. Hiding her face and trembling was not normal for the Slytherin. The blood red blush, she had to admire, however...at least for a minute or so. Her lips curving into a tender, sweet smile...her fingers came to rest underneath Siobhan’s chin, lifting her head until almond met azure. Nilsa’s abundant golden curls fell forward...almost creating a veil between this moment, and the world around them. “Let me tell you something...my dear Siobhan…” she purred, those fingertips now stroking the girl’s cheeks. “You are never a bother...and I am always happy to see you...no matter what time it is, no matter the place. If you ever think that way again… I might need to punish you.” Another purr came...this one following her promise, and clearly indicating how she felt about it.<br/><br/>Nilsa leaned forward ever so slowly...her fingers sliding into the raven black tresses. Her lips parted next to her ear, hot breath teasing the sensitive flesh there. “I would have to strap you down...and use one of my whips to punish you…” she whispered...their bodies but inches apart at this point. “Either that...or I could do something...very...very naughty to you…” Letting that thought revolve around Siobhan’s head, Nilsa drew back...a mischievous, wicked smile on her lips. Even a fingertip trailed down the curve of her neck...over her collarbones, only to go slowly down between her breasts. The hand stopped once this was done, it returning to the desk and laying upon its edge. Desire mingling with temptation, Nilsa forced herself to stop where she was. “Now then…” she spoke up, “you can borrow that sundress… if you take pictures of Cousin Laura.”<br/><br/>A laugh following the words, Nilsa grinned at the very thought, almost wishing she could be there herself. Of course, being who she was...no invitation will come. The Black Sheep never gets invited to such things...or else, cause humiliation onto them all. “I will even let you borrow my favorite pair of heels… the blue pair that makes my legs look long and lean. You will look absolutely splendid, my dear.” Her eyes bright, she pushed away from the desk and lifted her arms high yet again...unaware that the robe hugged onto her curves when she did so, emphasizing everything about her lean, curvy figure.<br/><br/>“Well… I expect it is about time for dinner. Why don’t you go on downstairs, and meet your fellow Slytherins?” Nilsa noted, glancing at the time. Her azure eyes returned to the girl standing before her...ideas lurking within the depths...as did temptations. “Or...would you rather join me?” she asked, stepping closer to Siobhan, and pulling on the girl’s robes until their bodies met… Their curves melded together, causing heat to compact and build at the contact. “I could join the students and other teachers downstairs...deliver my speech… and...we can return to my quarters...have dinner there, while I disrobe you…” There was so many possibilities...so much desire, crackling in the air around them… it was difficult not to give in to such temptation.<br/><br/>Normally, Nilsa wouldn’t even bother resisting. Desire, lust, and temptation were all natural things to feel, to experience...to indulge in. Some more so than others. It would be so easy… for Siobhan truly was a pretty girl, sweet, kind...mischievous, curious about the world. However… that would be forcing her into something without her consent...and that is something she will never do. The Purcell family does that enough with its members… There was no reason for her to be the same way. Her lips brushing against Siobhan’s cheek yet again, she nibbled on the skin along her jaw before pulling away. “That is part of your punishment,” she told the girl with a nod. “Give me any more sass...or say anything like you just did, and I’ll have to be more severe about it.”<br/><br/>Tilting her head, Nilsa gave a smile and a soft chuckle, light pink spreading across her high cheeks. “Now… Do what you must. I’m sure you’d rather see your friends than your Auntie, so I won’t keep you.” The smile still in place, she leaned forward, and flicked the end of Siobhan’s nose playfully. Electricity was crackling in the air...almost making it difficult to think, much less reason about things...yet, Nilsa was managing to do so. The tip of her tongue made an appearance.