Catfight! (Closed RP: Bombalurina, Sirius, and Lily)
The entrance to the Hufflepuff Common Room opened, and from it emerged a rather mussed-looking Sirius holding the hand of a very sexy redhead.
No, not Lily.
Bombalurina.
It was evident in the big, relaxed grin on his face: Sirius was happy in that unique sort of way which occurs only after a bloke has had an amazing shag with a devastatingly gorgeous woman. And if his smile and loose, casual gait didn't give it away, the state of his overall appearance did. His clothes were slightly wrinkled, as they had landed wherever they were thrown and remained there, unfolded, until he had got up from where he and Bomba had been curled nakedly around each other. His hair, while not usually very neat or precisely groomed, was messier than usual, undoubtedly from the activities he and Bomba had been engaged in. He had run his fingers through it a few times before leaving Bomba's room, but he couldn't really be arsed to bother with it after that; he was too busy basking in the afterglow of mindblowing sex, as well as concerning himself with the dull, hungry ache that was beginning to take over his stomach. And his posture - especially the way he was walking side by side with Bomba, his shoulders slack and his hand curled around hers - gave every indication that this was a man who had just had sex and was feeling great.
No, not Lily.
Bombalurina.
It was evident in the big, relaxed grin on his face: Sirius was happy in that unique sort of way which occurs only after a bloke has had an amazing shag with a devastatingly gorgeous woman. And if his smile and loose, casual gait didn't give it away, the state of his overall appearance did. His clothes were slightly wrinkled, as they had landed wherever they were thrown and remained there, unfolded, until he had got up from where he and Bomba had been curled nakedly around each other. His hair, while not usually very neat or precisely groomed, was messier than usual, undoubtedly from the activities he and Bomba had been engaged in. He had run his fingers through it a few times before leaving Bomba's room, but he couldn't really be arsed to bother with it after that; he was too busy basking in the afterglow of mindblowing sex, as well as concerning himself with the dull, hungry ache that was beginning to take over his stomach. And his posture - especially the way he was walking side by side with Bomba, his shoulders slack and his hand curled around hers - gave every indication that this was a man who had just had sex and was feeling great.