<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Loveday Marley</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Heels, Fishnets, Leather Miniskirt, Short Leather Jacket over Arrows top<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Angry Loveday Drags Dyani to get Mahhhhtal<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkVy2FeqIyc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani (Amarlo), closed </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The word "connoisseur" was not one that would leap to the forefront of the mind when one thought of Loveday. It wasn't a word typically reserved for the most bone jarring Quidditch collisions or fast-paced string of incomprehensible yet still highly hurtful insults one could string together. But if there was one subject matter of which Ms. Marley was a veritably loquacious purveyor it was the squirm.<br/><br/>People squirmed in so many different ways, not all of them so delightful as Dyani. Some did not squirm so much as convulse, or spasm, an off-putting display to say the least. Others squirmed so meekly they might be a tremor or a wobble. And then, then there were those like Dyani, who squirmed not because they were frightened, disgusted, or timidly reluctant, no Dyani squirmed when she was turned on and wouldn't admit it. And these squirms were the most delightful one could imagine, and to a connoisseur like Loveday, it was like catching a unicorn.<br/><br/>Caught was what Dyani certainly was at the moment. The hand that trapped Loveday's on her thigh might have thought that it was holding the Geordie watch from going further up her legs, but in truth it was simply caressing those fingers at a spot right where they were happy to be, pressing softly but firmly into a deliciously soft thigh. Those fingers did not squirm, no, they deliberately and rhythmically pressed a tattoo into Dyani's pliable flesh. A rap-tap-tap-tap like one letting their nails fall on a wooden table to pass the time. They'd move up, sooner or later, probably sooner, but they would move when they pleased.<br/><br/>The hand that was holding Dyani about her waist did ease up to let her wiggle, Dyani's wiggling was an essential part of her squirm after all, one may as well take away an artist's brushes as deny this, but the moment she was done with her lovely movements it was right back where it had started, pressing and squeezing as it held her close. But then it started to slowly move up her side as Loveday grinned her wolfish grin.<br/><br/>She didn't take the cheers as cat calling so much. Peppered in with the purely perverted commentary was a few "Get 'er Loveday"s the same way any of the rough crowd of warlocks would be cheered on for necking with a pretty blonde. They knew her well enough than to fit her into the same food group as Dyani. Most of them. The ones that didn't would learn soon enough. Not that Loveday even glanced in their direction once. They were just the backup singers.<br/><br/>"Aw, what's wrong Dyani?" She asked with a boldly forced fraudulent empathy. It wasn't that Loveday didn't care about Dyani, quite the opposite, it was just that she didn't quite think<em>this</em>was a problem. Nothing that produced one of Dyani's squirms could ever be a problem in Loveday's mind.<br/><br/>"Stop doin' what?" She asked innocently, her hand pausing just for a very slight grope at Dyani's far side breast on it's way up to stroke her hair softly, petting her gently. "There there love," she cooed, her fingers still pressing their rhythm, her other hand petting her girl gently, the slap to her shoulder may as well not have happened for all the reaction it got.<br/><br/>The attempt to kick her though, well, that was a mistake. Loveday's crossed legs uncrossed for just a moment before quickly wrapping about the offending foot that thrust at her thigh like a pair of snakes snatching up a hand that came to catch them, squeezing around it in their soft, fishnetted loveliness and holding it firmly there. Loveday smiled her smug confident smile now. It didn't matter that she'd let go of her waist, she had her by the legs. "Oh careful there love, don't fall out." She cooed with a tremendously smug smirk.<br/><br/>"Now there darling just relax and-" without warning Loveday's hand stopped petting her hair and tugged it hard, closer to her, shoving her hand away from her face with her own she pressed her lips there hard again, her tongue sliding in right away as she forced the girl's mouth open with her own and kissed her with a vigorous drunken passion as her hand took advantage of the confusion and slid a few inches further between her thighs.