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Ever since that first time that Vincent had kissed her, Scarlette found that her thoughts always seemed to drift back to one topic. Sex. And every time she found herself thinking about such things, her face flushed and she quickly found something else to occupy her mind with. But something that just didn't work.
Such as right now. Scarlette sat in the Ravenclaw common room in one of the arm chairs. She couldn't help but think about the first time she'd ever been with a boy. Merlin had she been young... Since then, Scarlette told herself not to regret what she'd done. What good would regret do? Sure, it hadn't been anything close to the way she'd thought it would be. But at least she was informed.
I wonder what it would be like to be with Vincent... No! Oh, don't go there.
With a shake of her head, Scarlette scrounged up a sheet of parchment and scribbled out a quick letter.
Hey Vincent, it's Scarlette.
I was wondering, are you busy? I need some help getting my mind off of something.
Hope I'm not bothering you.
Such as right now. Scarlette sat in the Ravenclaw common room in one of the arm chairs. She couldn't help but think about the first time she'd ever been with a boy. Merlin had she been young... Since then, Scarlette told herself not to regret what she'd done. What good would regret do? Sure, it hadn't been anything close to the way she'd thought it would be. But at least she was informed.
I wonder what it would be like to be with Vincent... No! Oh, don't go there.
With a shake of her head, Scarlette scrounged up a sheet of parchment and scribbled out a quick letter.
Hey Vincent, it's Scarlette.
I was wondering, are you busy? I need some help getting my mind off of something.
Hope I'm not bothering you.