<div class="floatright">(http://i271.photobucket.com/albums/jj130/PassionPromise/Jamie1.jpg)</div>High heeled Christian Laboutin's tapped out their familiar, comforting staccato on the stone floors of the Hogwarts passageways as Valera Ivanova, one of the Slytherin 'Queens' sashayed her way toward the stairs that led out of the dungeon and up and out to the courtyard where Victor Ryan has asked her to meet him. A hint of a smirk played teasingly about the corners of that perfectly glossed pout. The last several times they'd met up in the courtyard, the reason for their spending time together had been clear-cut: mutual stress release. And when the boy in question was as gorgeous as Mr. Ryan, V wasn't going to complain one little tiny bit about it. Hell, she enjoyed it too, and Merlin knew it was more than needed most of the time. As a result, she knew very well what she was walking into. At least, she thought she did.<br/><br/>One perfectly manicured hand swept back, pulling long strands of silky blonde hair back behind her shoulder. The twirly black skirt she'd chosen, danced with her strides, the fabric too, apparently taking pleasure in "the simple joys". Climbing the staircase and turning gracefully on one heel, the seventh year girl made for the doors, blue-green eyes starting to take on a small spark of excitement. Never too much, of course, because letting herself show<em>too</em>much excitement made him more than what he was supposed to be: the friend with benefits. Granted, they'd never really done much with the 'friend' part of that. Mutual teasing until they'd just finally given in to enjoying said benefits was more like it. Still, there wasn't exactly a term for that, so 'friends with benefits' was as close to a definition as she'd managed to apply.<br/><br/>Exiting the castle, V sauntered her way down the stairs, frowning minutely when she did not see Victor waiting patiently as he almost always was in this type of situation. Pulling her Versace purse open as she descended, she tugged out a pair of Ray Bans and put them on. Taking a seat on the stone bench by the fountain, she placed her purse on her lap, resisting the immediate urge to pull out a mirror and triple check her make-up. It was something of a habit she'd fallen into. But then again, she could never look anything less than gorgeous, now could she?