Love Potion || Open Starter
thatluciusmalfoyboy:
Lucius, surprisingly, didn’t doubt what Molly said. He believed that what she was doing would be to the benefit of another, and not a love potion for herself. Tragic, and also vomit-inducing. However, that would simply be no fun to act as though he believed her. “Right for first years.” He smirked. “I suppose you’re truly referring to yourself? Certainly you only have the capacities of a first year.” He placed his hand on his hip. “Why, you’re alright looking, Miss Prewett. Your personality is…well…lackluster at it’s finest. But certain there are a few gremlins scuttering about the halls–can’t be impossible for you to find a match without some magical intervention?”
Molly rolled her eyes, she was way past in the mood for some pureblood prejudice slytherin. “Would you like to see my first year capabilities first hand then? Because I can make you look like the biggest gremlin in this place.” She snapped at him pulling her wand out of her coat and pointing it at his face. “A nice bat bogey hex would send you running wouldn’t it.” She snapped at him.
