<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Astrid/Professor Lupin, Arrival Day</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Astrid Henrietta Bishop<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Lupin's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Professor Lupin<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The feel of nails dragging over flesh draws a low cry from Astrid's lips, the sound filling room and just loud enough that it could filter out into the hall, though with it being Arrival day, the odds of anyone being near a Professor's office to hear that cry are slim. For just a second it runs through her mind that a spell to muffle sound around the office might be handy if they do this here again. The all thought is gone once more as she feels his thumb, feel sit pressing against her most guarded opening and whimpers softly. With eyes flashing wide she manages to look to him over her shoulder, uncertain if he is serious, or merely teasing!<br/><br/>With her entire body trembling under him, she soon has her answer! As his cock fills her, that thumb pushes past her tight ring, drawing a fresh cry from her lips and making her body buck underneath him! Even she isn't certain if she's trying to throw him off, or take him deeper, the new sensation is utterly overwhelming and she can't stop herself from clenching her entire body around both of the appendages invading her body. Her lips open, but no words come out, just small whimpers met with the sound of her nails scoring into the wood of his desk.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Astrid Henrietta Bishop<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Philosophy of Sex<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ravenna, Teddy (mentioned)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Astrid blinked in surprise when her new friend pulled out a mirror and demanded that it show her her art. She knew making such objects was possible of course, she just wasn't skilled in that area herself and the mirror amazed her almost as much as what it was showing! Her innate curiosity made it difficult not to just snatch the mirror so she could look it over, but she managed to keep her hands to herself and look, instead, at the imaged the mirror was showing her...and soon was more enthralled with the artwork than the magic mirror!<br/><br/>Only when the mirror was done showing all of Ravenna's sketches did Astrid look up to meet the other woman's gaze, her own full of appreciation and awe and her voice filled with sincerity, "I don't know which of your parents you should credit, but you clearly got a gift from one of them! Those sketches are amazing," she said with just a trace of envy at her new friends skill. It hadn't been false modesty whens he said she couldn't draw to save her life, artwork just wasn't one of her talents.<br/><br/>At the question about clothing, however, she actually blushed just slightly before answering, "I think that, technically, I'm a size four, but when you're as short as I am," she said and kicked off the four inch heels she made it a habit to wear to hide her lack of height and standing to emphasize what she meant about being short, "You tend to start ignoring sizes and just buy things you like and have them tailored to fit. I can do basic modifications myself, hemming skirts or pants that sort of thing, and my Mom knows a fantastic seamstress who fixes everything else for me," she added with a small shrug and a slight laugh as she slid her shoes back on, instantly gaining the height she wore them for. "I'm happy to try anything you want me to. Heck, if you decide to design things for short people I'll be happy to be you're sizing mannequin!" she added with a bright laugh as she slid back into her seat.<br/><br/>For just a second she cast a glance up toward the front of the room and felt a slight pang that Teddy was by himself, but that had to be one of the pitfalls of being the Professor. Still she made a mental note to track him down later and flashed him a warm smile when she sees one of the other students (Albus she thinks it was) walking up to talk to him, before turning her full attention back to Ravenna.