Thanks to Crowley's note, La Fee Verte had no trouble breezing into the Slytherin common room. She smiled merrily at the sight of Eris. "Sweetheart! You naughty thing, hinting at mischief. Details, dearie, details!" Perching on a lushly cushioned armchair, she helped herself to an apple with a wink.
"Pumpkin!" Eris wiggled her toes in greeting with a grin. "I have a mortal to punish, dearie, but I didn't want her to get a hint in." She lifts her cup to salute her companion and drains the last of it down.
"It's not much of a private party," Crowley pointed out as he walked into the room, "if you leave the door open." Raising his sunglasses to give Eris a skeptical smirk, he pushed the door closed behind him and locked it with a wave of his hand.
He sauntered over and settled bonelessly down in an armchair, though not before glancing over the food. Ooh -- honey figs. He reached over and grabbed one, popping it into his mouth. "Cheers. What are we talking about?"
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He sauntered over and settled bonelessly down in an armchair, though not before glancing over the food. Ooh -- honey figs. He reached over and grabbed one, popping it into his mouth. "Cheers. What are we talking about?"
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