<div class="floatleft">(http://www.badgesociety.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/Matthew-Micham.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Quenton McGonagall a.k.a Qwen, or Professor McGonagall<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student/ Teacher-Transfiguration<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Philosophy of Sex 101<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Inali, Kutseena<br/><hr/>Quen blushed a bit knowing, what Kutseena had seen, realizing what she had seen by what he felt.  He kept his hand there, hoping that Inali hadn't noticed or perhaps he didn't mind.  Maybe Inali liked his contact but he was sure the tough skinned man wouldn't tell him.  That much was shown in his lack of emotion.  After meeting him the previous night he had actually had a dream with him in it.  a very hot dream that woke him up to an urge that only went unsatisfied.  With that thought he swallowed, returning to the world around him to catch the conversation that persisted.  He nodded to Kutseena<strong>"I will let him or yourself know but I am pretty open as long as im teaching.  The professor over the Transfiguration department is pretty lax."</strong>He then turned to Inali.<br/><br/><strong>"That is an interesting animal but it is a good reason for choosing so."</strong>He wanted to lace his fingers with Inali to share perhaps an intimate moment... wait what was he thinking.<strong>"Ah  I find it interesting that your cousin is a were and you choose to change from.  Its nice, like even more support amongst the family.  "</strong>He smiled nodding through the conversation amazed that he had a knack for a fire spell just as Quen did.  Quen was adapt to two actually.  Inali then did something he hadn't expected.  His lips spread into a smile and it nearly took his breath.<strong>"All I can think of that would be compatable is fiendfyre, but that is dangerous and nearly uncontrollable... Would you want to go out sometime?"</strong><em>Oh fuck.</em>What had just spilled from his lips.<strong>"Uh.. I mean.. lunch... or.. uh.."</strong>It was then he grew silent and went to withdraw his hand and hide in the nearest broom closet hoping to be stopped.