<div class="floatleft">(https://i3.lisimg.com/20131513/280full.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Stephanie Anne Weasley</span></span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Dionysus<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Aristotle's Office {Main House}<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Aristotle Simpson<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>After the Temple<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Flirtatious<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>See picture<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Honestly, doc,"</span></span>She started, moving into the room, her hips swaying with every step.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"It's not really me that I'm worried about.  It's a friend."</span></span>When she reached the seats, Stephanie decided to sit instead on his desk, turning and leaning forward just enough that he could see the line where the dress started to reveal a bit of her bosom.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"You see, he used to be such a great guy.  Strong, independent, smart.  Then all of a sudden he just...changed."</span></span>Here, she sucked softly on the lollipop again before pulling it out of her mouth, it brushing her bottom lip softly.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Now, he acts like someone put him on a leash.  And sure, this might be okay.  But I've seen the two of them."</span></span>She paused here, turning even more and lying her elbows on his desk, using her fists to rest her head as she lay on his paperwork and looked directly at him.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"The worst part is...She's just using him.  She doesn't care about him at all.  In fact, just this morning, I saw her checking out a few different people.  All of them were girls.  I fear she may just be using him until something better comes along and then...and then...Oh, Gods!  I don't want to see him hurt.  I really like him.  Oh, doctor, you have to help me.</span></span>She pleaded.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: curlz mt;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Isn't there anything you could do?  I would tell him myself but...but.."</span></span>Finally, she sat back up, looked down and turned around on the desk, holding her hands on her lap as if she was afraid to say what she wanted to say.