About that shipment~

[whiskey_sunday]

WHO: That one red head, and a certain prefect
WHEN: A few minutes after dinner had been served.
WHERE: Room of Requirement.
WHAT: Business as usual. Smuggled goods, paying customers... who might not have exact change.

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[oranje_windmill]

Willem didn’t take much time in the dining hall, merely pulling himself together a sandwich to eat on the way to meet this time’s twin about a certain shipment they had for him. Considering it was Ash who had delivered the note, and that Conner was currently in the middle of a commotion at the Gryffindor table, it was more than likely Erin with whom he’d be doing business with tonight.

Which he didn’t mind, of course. Conner was a decent guy, but he lacked much of Erin’s....charm.

Shoving the last bite into his mouth, he opened the door to find two chairs,one table,one fire,and one very pretty Gryffindor. His lips curved up into a smirk at his luck as he took the seat opposite her.

“You have what I asked for, Miss. O'Connor?”

[whiskey_sunday]

Erin was tipping her chair back, leaning closer to the wonderful heat of the fire, with her legs crossed and onto of the table. Just a moment, she closed her eyes, perfectly comfortable. She loved this room almost as much as the Gryffindor common rooms. But in that moment the door opened, her peaceful moment was interrupted, but her grin grew wider.
She casually sat up, feet on the ground, both hers and the chair's.
"Welcome, Mr. Van Peeters," She waited for him to cross the room and sit for saying anything more. Also, when she was sure that it was only him and no unexpected guests, such as other prefects or teachers. She trusted Wilm... But believed in others's skill of sneaking more.

She titled her head up with smug confidence, "That depends. You have what I asked for?"

[oranje_windmill]

He sat in his chair as one extremely comfortable in his own skin, his height lending to the image by giving him the illusion of good posture without the effort. Reaching inside his robes, he drew forth a small bag and placed it on the table between them. Withdrawing his hand, he leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs as he propped his elbows on the chair arms with his fingers steepled together.

“It’s all there,” he said with a smirk that matched hers. “You’re welcome to count it, but I’d assume after all the time we’ve been doing business together you’d trust me on that.”

[whiskey_sunday]

He had a good point, it'd be rude to count. He hasn't cheated her brother, nor herself in the past. Why now?
Erin reached out and took the small pouch. The weight felt right, and there was the familiar sound of the small metal pieces clicking together--not that she made it a skill to be able to count money like this...

And now, in turn, Erin reached into her own robes and took out the small package, wrapped in Hufflepuff's colors. But she didn't set on the table, where the money had been. Instead, she just held it up so he can see she had it, then stood out of her chair and walked around the table. "I still don't understand what is so great about this stuff. Doesn't it make your breath stink?"

[oranje_windmill]

If he was the type of prefect who held himself to the highest standards of his office, it would shame him to see his illegal substance wrapped in his house colors like some reminder of his neglect of his duties. Of course, since he was a slightly less than perfect prefect, he merely found it amusing.

He watched, eyebrow raised, as instead of handing over the bag she sauntered around the table to his side. When she asked her question he leaned back, crossing one long leg over the other at his ankles. He shrugged.

“For the same reasons people drink firewhiskey. It makes them feel relaxed and happy.”

His smirk grew slightly bigger.

“And no one’s ever complained about my breath.”

>:3

[whiskey_sunday]

And still, even being right in front of Wilm, Erin had yet to hand over the item he just paid for. The times before it'd be a simple trade off. Count the money, hand it over, then go. Because there was never enough time to do anything else. This time Erin was enjoying herself by fiddling with it, and taking time to regard her contact's humor.

"Relaxed and happy, huh?" Erin turned her body around,then placed herself onto Wilm's lap."But theres other harmless things out there that'll do the same thing..."

She paused, then leaned in and sniffed, "Mmmm, they're right not to complain..."

[oranje_windmill]

Even before his brain had taken the two seconds it needed to catch up with her movement he had shifted his legs, moving so his feet were flat on the floor and she had a steady seat across his thighs. When his brain did catch up, he slid an arm around her waist and placed his hand on her hip.

Purely to steady her, of course.

“Oh? I thank you. Although the same could be said for you.”

With her that close he could smell the cinnamon citrus scent of what was either her shampoo or her perfume, and he found he liked it.

“And as for the other pursuits you speak of , well some, like firewhisky, are too overused to be fun anymore. And as for other things....”
Here he paused for a second, letting her imagination fill his silence.
“....well lately there hasn’t been anything worth my time.”

He leaned in to speak into her ear. His voice dropped in volume, deepening as he added “although you might be able to convince me otherwise, if you tried.”

[4leaf_charmed]

Conner was practically singing when he stepped into the RoR, having moved straight past it several times as he got lost in thought about his new found love. Oh Raivis, how had he not noticed the cute Slytherin before? How stupid was he! But he did have other obligations to attend to, aka his secret business within the school. Raivis would like a guy that could earn good money right?

"Erin, ye done in here yet-" He paused, blinking at the sight. His sister. In a Hufflepuff boy's lap. Normally this might have sent the redhead into a fiery rage, but today he felt oddly happy. "Oh, not done yet?" He grinned, patting his sister on the head as he breezed by, going to the other end of the room, pulling a quill and parchment from his robes to jot down the most recent orders he'd received. And maybe write a love letter to Raivis... Maybe.

[oranje_windmill]

Wilm froze as the door bursts open, and felt Erin do the same in his lap as Conner strode into the room. He’d seen the redhead in a rage during quidditch matches, and knew that that anger tended to reach new heights when his sister was involved.

Which is why they were both puzzled when Conner strode past them with merely a pat on his sister’s head. He and Erin looked at each other, and then back to the other man, who was currently engaged in writing on parchment he’d pulled from his robes.

Erin slid from his lap, looking between him and her brother as if her world had just been titled on its side. She told him it might be better if he went, shook her head when he tried to insist on staying. So with one last squeeze of her shoulder and a reminder that she knew where to reach him he headed out into the hallway and in the direction of the Hufflepuff dormitories.

He didn’t know what had gotten into Conner, but he wished it had waited a little bit longer.