❝ that paperwork seems awfully boring… wouldn’t i look better on your desk? ❞ - Tara to Travers
Travers was the only one left in the library, finishing his History homework late after he’d let Quidditch practice run long. He knew he’d be cutting into his homework time, but damned if he was going to let Gryffindor take the victory.
He was struggling, and failing, to interest himself on the paragraphs in his textbook. He knew he should have been interested. The subject was Wizarding Britain’s role in both Grindelwald’s War and World War II. His people, both Wizard and Muggle, had been deeply affected by the trials of the times, and yet...he couldn’t seem to remember any of these names or dates.
And then, along came another distraction.
Travers tucked his book and his unfinished essay into the desk drawer. Giving Tara a quick once-over, he said, “I believe you would, doll, I believe you would. But, it’s still worth testing the hypothesis...” Standing, he reached across the desk, took her hand, and led her around the desk so she could sit with her legs on either side of him. He brushed her silky hair off her shoulders and looked down into her face. Her makeup was immaculate--he wondered if she’d just done it up in anticipation of going out to party, or if she’d just redone it after some mischief in somebody’s dorm.
“So, what has everyone’s favorite big-business heiress been up to today, hmm?” Usually, he was intimidated by talking to rich folks. There were a couple of exceptions--Liesel, for instance, who liked to act the provider without showing any pity, and Darius, who’d been down to earth about it.
And Tara--she didn’t care how much money you had in the bank, as long as she got her pleasure in the end. That was the kind of girl he liked.