<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/i/db/2018/3/877568/877568-800w.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>18th August, 2022 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luxury tent | Quidditch Trillenium Stadium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with these heels (https://www.brides.com/thmb/mEps6ds3g9kkyolTWCxMPuHi7HM=/3650x3650/filters:fill(auto,1)/CM-001-b1cf232f372b4c59a92c0a60847285c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Preparing for the Quidditch World Cup Final<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Rush - Aly & AJ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKiKJ8FYoA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><del>Ibrahim Berkes (Heartsink)</del>| Devon MacMichaels (Swashbuckler)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>To say that Devon was shocked and awed after the accusation that Corinne had made at him, would be a severe understatement. He looked like a poor deer trapped in the blinding glow of headlights, with his mouth agape. Corinne easily pushed him backwards, making him fall further onto the seat where he was already perched.<br/><br/>Finally, he thought to question her back, defensively, before denying the accusation altogether. Corinne merely harrumphed. “Right. That was probably more action than you’ve had all summer.” Which was truly saying something, since he had barely patted at her more supple parts and that certainly couldn’t pass for groping.<br/><br/>After discarding the damp napkins, Corinne no longer worried over them, while Devon decided that he should go and pick them all up. Again, something he could have easily used magic for, yet he didn’t. She had to wonder if he was a late bloomer. As she thought about it, she perked a brow. Now<em>that</em>would make a lot of sense, wouldn’t it?<br/><br/>Devon defended himself by declaring that he did, in fact, attend Hogwarts, despite his apparent preference for not using magic. He even went so far as to say that they had two classes together. Corinne merely gave him a bored look as he went on to explain that he often sat in the back and was actually working on the material.<br/><br/>“Herbology, isn’t it?” She asked. “I think I recall you screaming bloody murder once when you got pricked by something or other.” She smirked at her own phrasing. He proved that he knew her by calling her the Head Girl, but that wasn’t really a surprise to the likes of Corinne, who imagined that everyone at school knew who she was.<br/><br/>Naturally, this was why her reputation needed to be flawless. But that didn’t mean she avoided creating a little bit of trouble now and again. And, for some reason, this Devon person felt like the perfect opportunity. It would have been a shame to pass it up. “Devon, you need to make it up to me by giving me your shirt.”<br/><br/>She pointed toward the bathrooms in the back, which were entirely private and secluded. “Let’s go.” She snapped her fingers at him to get him to hurry along, before leading the way. Once she reached the back of the VIP booth, where there were several doors leading to completely private, individual bathrooms, she opened one of the doors, hurrying him along.<br/><br/>“Go on, then.” Yes, she had every intention of closing the door behind them both and standing there to watch whilst he took off his shirt to hand over to her.