“are you sure we should be doing this outside?” wiggling his brows as he shrugged off his jacket, the sun was radiant, “we could have witnesses--” lips brushing against her lips teasingly before he stepped back, “i don’t want anyone to witness you like that, babe -- defeat is never a good look on you” turning on his heel and taking twelve steps carefully before facing her once more, wand in hand.
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