<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>Outside North Tower, moving toward the Castle<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Professor Lupin<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Enjoying thier walk, Astrid, is slightly startled when Lupin pauses and is, suddenly, standing before her. Looking up at him, her breath catches slightly and she's only half hearing what he is saying, something about the charm keeping him on his toes, as she stares up into his own, currently, emerald gaze. At her side, her free hand twitched slightly, the urge to reach up and slide a stray strand of hair off his forehead was almost overwhelming, almost. She managed to keep her hand to herself, until he steps back to her side and starts walking again, this time at a more leisurely stroll.<br/><br/>Having him at her side, instead of right in front of her lets her breathe normally again, but there is now a fluttering low in her belly and she's actually leaning, just slightly, more on his arm, her knees still weak from that extended stare. Managing to listen more intently once more however, she can't help but to laugh as he talks about some of the wilder rumors that have been spread about his classes.<br/><br/>"Well now I'm just disappointed. The image of you residing over your own orgies is rather amusing, you've dashed all my girlish hopes!" she said with a laugh and a slight smirk to mark her sarcasm. She hadn't ever really believed some of the wild stories to come from people who'd taken his classes, but they were certainly fun to listen to!<br/><br/>When he pauses again, she looks up to meet his gaze, a slight light of expectation flashing through her own and a fresh shivering racing down her spine. He's not in front of her this time, so she flashes him a grin and turns her own body toward his, shifting to face him, looking up into his eyes as he mentions something about some debate in America decades ago. She only partly hears him though, instead of speaking, concentrating on the movement of his mouth, her thought swirling, wondering what it would feel like on her own, but not quite bold enough to just rise up on her toes and find out. This time she can't resist the urge, however, and she reaches up, gently sliding the fingertips of her free hand across his forehead, moving a stray strand of hair out of his face while a slight blush colors her cheeks once more.<br/><br/>Still staring at him she also tried to shush a small voice in the back of her head trying to tell her she's making a fool of herself. He's older than she is, surely he's just humoring her!<br/><br/>