<div class="floatleft">(https://daman.co.id/daman.co.id/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Spread_Daniel-Sharman_FPS_5-790x1024.jpg?x43054)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Devon MacMichaels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079521#msg16079521)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>8/18/22 - 9:00 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Quidditch World Cups Stands - Moderately OK Seats<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A Welsh Dragons Quidditcch Jersey, Jeans, Trainers and Welsh Facepaint (https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/flag-wales-painted-face-young-man-36533584.jpg), holding a huge tub of popcorn and Welsh Team Flag<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Watching the game, making terrible small talk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Corinne Bailey (Mellific)<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Shocked and dismayed at what he had done, Devon was in a way paying no attention to Corrine as he tried to clean her outfit, while at the same time paying too much attention to her in the wrong way.  As she stood in a huff, Devon half nodded, thinking about how much easier that made it to clean up his mess.  Blotting at her flat exposed stomach, breasts and lap, it was only when her angry words finally punched through that he realized what she was saying., and what he was doing.<br/><br/>Frozen in place, it was child’s play for Corinne to push him backwards, and as he stared at her in shock, he simply could not wrap his mind around the fact that she had said he was groping her!  “What!?  I was…no!”  He spluttered, part of his mind wanting to say that if she thought his gentle pats had been groping then she had been really missing out, but the larger self-preservation part of his brain stopped him.<br/><br/>Instead, Devon watched while Corinne used magic to clean her outfit and he wondered why he didn’t think of that.  It was quite impressive as well, wandless magic having never been his forte, although he had never really tried to learn it.  When she finally took her seat once again, tossing the napkins for someone else to clean up, Devon scowled and bent down to begin gathering the paper bits.<br/><br/>“Yes, I did say that.  We are, in fact, in two classes together.”  he muttered, loud enough for Corinne to hear.  “I’m usually the one in the back.  Working.”  He added, leaving unspoken the belief that maybe she wasn’t.  “Not that I’d expect the Head Girl to notice, really.” He added, showing very clearly that he knew who she was.<br/>