<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Eikichi_Characters_52-6.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Zach's Outfit (https://gloimg.samcdn.com/S/201308/source-img/1377727281484-P-1060601.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom.<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted 1<sup>st</sup>year.<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:45am<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hogwarts Express - Locked Carriage<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Returning the Charm<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Pyromania (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdXPPp8dNk)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Rosalyn Lamoureux - Closed<br/><hr/><br/>Zacharias wasn’t the type of man to give anyone, even his impending fiancé, a high regard. Rather, it was simply easier to judge everyone, to an extent, in some fashion of lesser regard or spite and see if they rose up the ranks of his interest. If they didn’t then he certainly had no desire to feel a sense of loss for disregarding them. In truth he’d yet to decide whether or not he actually had a desire to ‘hook up’ with his fiancé in any regard. Honestly, he considered her more as a back-up plan than a long-term or lasting relationship, no matter how gorgeous she might have been there was just too many fundamental differences between them. The first of which stemmed from her rather shy, and practically timid, nature which poked at the thin fabric of his patience. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t one to indulge himself in some fun, even if that fun involved messing with those fresh feelings of his blushing fiancé who seemed to be overly acceptable to the right kind of flirting, and a sensual kiss was just the right kind of flirting to leave her flustered before he slipped out of the carriage to let her think over what he’d propositioned.<br/><br/>Of course, before he had a chance to slip out of the carriage, he felt Rosalyn leaning herself up against him and pressing those rose lips of hers to his ear as a low smile eased across his lips as she suddenly  shifted herself closer so that those lush breasts of hers were pressing into his chest and just slightly against his arm. Just as she leaned into him and whispered those French words into his ear, his hands began to work themselves across her form. His hands working slightly over her body, one hand working itself to her cheek and then slowly working down across her shoulder and arm as he drew his own lips to her cheek before moving to her earlobe. He was English, from an old English family, the kind of English nobility that had plenty of French roots intertwined with the French and British so he did get the general gist of what she was saying yet he couldn’t put his words directly on what she was saying. But, not all of what she was saying.<br/><br/><em>"And, how exactly, do you plan on doing that?"</em>He spoke the words lightly under his breath, while those lips of his were still lightly pressed to her earlobe. He closed the last bit of distance between them. His hand on her arm gently pulling her in toward him, while his other hand worked itself across her waistline and began lifting up the lush little redhead up from her seat on the carriage. Of course, he set her down in the only spot that he thought was appropriate, his lap. His hand worked itself across her waistline and further down across her thighs so that he could have the lovely little Gryffindor straddle him. He used that heavy handed, slightly aggressive, grip of his hand against her thighs to gently press her body down into his lap so she’d feel him resting firmly against hers. His other hand, on her arm, still bringing her closer toward him so that those lush breasts of hers were now pressing more prominently against his chest.<br/><br/>This was a surprise for him. He hadn’t expected the shy and candid woman to be so upfront about what she wanted. Not that he could blame her for not wanting what he’d proposed to her about their relationship. After all, he hadn’t exactly given her the most favorable terms of a relationship. Well, he hadn’t really stated that they would have any kind of relationship, and it seemed like that didn’t float too well with Rosalyn. But Zacharias had expected the timid little red-head to just roll over, maybe protest a bit, and yet it did seem like she had just the slightest bit of fight in her, though why she was deciding to fight for an arranged marriage between them was a question he wasn't going to bother asking.<em>"Is there anything else you wanted to ask, Rosalyn?"</em>