Thread: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Synclair chuckled, the rich, deep sound reverberating through the air like music. It is an epidemic. I say we alert the nurses, and then barricade ourselves within our rooms, so there is no chance of contamination, he joked right along with the Transfiguration teacher. His eyes blinked as the pair was assaulted by the bright light pouring in through the door...but after a moment of letting his eyes adjust, he walked towards his garden. It had quite a variety of vegetables, which is more often than not used by the house elves for dinner. Healthy green leaves swayed in a rogue wind, giving way to its influence. His fingers reached out, gently touching the leaves and studying each individual one. Satisfied with what he saw, he let the leaves go, and moved on. We probably should not stay out here too long... The train will be arriving any moment now, and I need to be on the platform, to greet the first years. It was an old tradition, having the Groundskeeper bring in the new students, and bring them to the castle...the lone way. Across the lake, to be more precise. Synclair liked his duties, for it was nice to see all the young, eager new faces. His blue eyes lifted for a brief moment, a smile crossing his handsome features with her question. I agree with you on that one... My garden is merely recovering...and soon enough, it will be looking its best. It just needs a little time to recuperate. His dark blue eyes, with hints of gold, green and other colors playing in their depths, returned to Miss Katya...only to pause, drinking in the curves displayed through her robes. The waves of blonde caught his attention next, which then drew his eyes to her hazel brown eyes. Ah...no, I hadn't, Synclair finally replied, shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts invading it. I had thought about it...but then I realized it might not be such a good idea. I know quite a few students, who would keep a handful...just to terrorize their friends, or threaten their rivals. I would rather not bring about any trouble that will...how you say, turn around and bite me in the end. Chuckling, he bent down onto one knee, studying the germander. No... not quite ready yet... he murmured under his breath. It just needs another day or two... That thought said, he began standing back up, the light reflecting off his dark brown hair. Sapphire blue eyes twin smoldering pools of royal, Nilsa let her head fall back, a soft, content sigh leaving her lips while her darling niece peppered her neck in kisses. Every single kiss was hot, quick...and a clear indicator of how aroused poor Siobhan. The knowledge brought a rather smug satisfaction, to be honest. A wicked smile curving the woman's lips, especially at the words that came next, her fingers trailed down the girl's sides. What was that, now...? 'Please'...? Hm...I don't know if you've been naughty enough to warrant that particular...punishment... she purred next to her ear, taking personal pleasure in the groan. It was a bit of a surprise to receive Siobhan's panties as a gift...but she took it in stride, and accepted the wet fabric. After giving it a glance, she laid it down on top of her desk...where anyone could see, if they were to walk in. Hungry little minx...? Nilsa purred, rather pleased with the dark, hungry look in the girl's eyes, not to mention the deliciously electric sensations flashing under her own skin. It wasn't often that someone intrigues her so, who...makes her body come alive in such a way. Siobhan swayed her shoulders so that her breasts -and their perky little nipples- rubbed hers through the robe and blouse she wore. Fiery, demanding pleasure burned and crackled through her nipples...making both perk up to attention. You certainly are a naughty thing, aren't you...? she whispered, watching as Siobhan spun away from her side...that way, her skirt flew up and out, revealing her bare ass and bald pussy. Ooh...how tempting it was, to reach out and whip that naked skin...to pin the girl down, to taste the honey dripping down between her legs...and perhaps to mark her in some way. Her lips curved into a devilish smile...a smile many students associated with trouble, andor mischief laying in the near future. Of course, while they were never mistaken...such trouble was oftentimes misconstrued. Nilsa pushed away from the desk, taking long, graceful strides towards her niece. The light pouring in through the window played its spectral fingers along her features...bringing out little details one would not see at first glance...and reflecting off wave upon wave of liquid gold. It wasn't but a heartbeat later that she was standing in front of her...and lifting that skirt, in order to stroke her fingers along her honey-slick pussy lips. Be good on the way out... she purred, bending her head down so she could nibble on an ear. I do not like the idea of some...silly little boy...seeing all this... The fingers began rubbing a little harder...just hard enough to bring a strangled moan forth from Siobhan's parted lips. A low chuckle rumbled in the woman's chest, pleasure running through her veins like warm syrup. Pressing Siobhan against the closed door, Nilsa continued the ministrations...and even went so far as to lift a hand, and start tweaking a pert nipple through her robes. It hardened under her touch in just seconds. Mm... You really are a hungry little minx... aren't you, my sweet...adorable...little niece... she breathed, her tongue making an appearance, mostly to taste the skin along the curve of her throat. Her golden hair fell forward...only to caress her cheek, and bring out the bright, azure eyes she inherited from her father. Now... I would like those pictures...to be of whatever you can take... No, I have a better idea... Both hands went up...the fingers pinching the hard nipples poking through, as though just asking for attention. I want you to have pictures...of you in that delicious little sundress...and of your sweet skin...bared to me, and me alone... Devious until the end, she bent her head down...this time, sucking, and gently nibbling on the nipple until she heard another gasp. Run along now, Siobhan... Nilsa whispered next, hot breath teasing the nipple, even through fabric. Or else, I will simply have to...eat you up... After a particularly firm suck, Siobhan was released...and every inch of her body met the Headmistress' as the door opened. Nilsa gazed deeply into those almond eyes...lust and desire darkening the blue depths she has herself. Be a good girl... I don't want to hear about you causing trouble... Of course, that wasn't entirely true...however, she did have to act as Headmistress...even with her niece. Her eyes lowering, she was quite satisfied, seeing how both nipples were poking through... though, she didn't like the idea of anyone seeing the pair. It brought a surge of jealousy...mixed with a devilish delight. What sort of reaction will the girl receive, walking around in such a state...? That was her question. I will see you at dinner... she purred, taking a finger and nudging Siobhan out the door... doing that, for she wouldn't be able to resist if she lingered any longer. The door closed with a gentle click...and Nilsa leaned against it, letting out a long, exhilarated sigh. Well... I certainly did not expect that...any of it... she thought, not regretting it, but rather looking back on it in awe. Her lips curved into a faint smile, she tilted her head back, studying the ceiling...not that it had anything interesting to offer. Golden hair came cascading down over her shoulders...the waves catching the light yet again, and shining brilliantly. Her fingers played with the robe's skirt...imagining it to be a certain someone else's skirt. A low chuckle rumbled in her chest...only to escape before too long, and ringing in the air like music. I really should not underestimate a Purcell... Nilsa noted with a wry smile. Especially one who is so similar to myself... After running her fingers through her long hair, and fixing her clothes, she exited the office to stroll the halls...mostly to cool her heated blood, but also to see if there was anything that she needed to attend to. A pair of dark, forest green eyes gazed out the train's window, light picking out the little flecks of gold hiding just around the edges. Boredom was evident on the girl's features. Holiday finally let out a long sigh before too long, and stretched her arms high above her head. When are we going to arrive, already...? I want to eat, unpack, and go to bed at some point tonight... Her eyes drifting back open, she tried to rein in her spiraling thoughts...only to fail. Anticipation, impatience and something else crawling under her skin, she began tapping her fingers on the glass...just to get bored with that after a few moments. Her eyes narrowed. Okay... What should I do with myself, until we arrive...? Not having any answers, Holiday decided to change into her robes a little early. It didn't hurt to do so...and besides, later on, she wouldn't have to worry about it. After another languid stretch, she rose onto her feet, and let out a sigh. Her clothes were simple, yet tasteful...and did nothing to hide her womanly curves. The dark blue skirt revealed miles of long, toned leg...and her dark purple shirt was straining to keep her breasts in check. Light bringing out the apricot, gold, honey, ivory and marigold tones of the girl's hair, she slipped off her black leather jacket, it making an inky pool on the seat.