You’re not invited (open)

When he emerged in front of the bloody Whomping Willow he knew he was in trouble.

He’d got into the Shrieking Shack and simply followed the earthy passage: who knew it actually ended up at Hogwarts school? Good for him - maybe he could push some of his merchandise onto idiot teens before making a break for it. Also, wasn’t it nice to pay a visit to his brother while he was at it? He could always say he was there on Chaos Lestrange’s invite...

The willow was frozen, somehow. How he’d managed that, he didn’t know, but he was getting away from there fast.

There were students dotted about the grounds, but they were all gussied up. Overhearing a nearby conversation, he got the gist of this ‘spring fling dance’ thing.

He lit a cigarette and gazed up at the castle. It had been a while since he’d been there. Memories brought a grin to his face.

Delilah had been running a little late, though if she was honest she did not see the point of this dance that she had got stuck chaperoning. She longed for the time when she was not on the roster, the one downside of having her class made public. On her way to the castle she noticed a figure who she knew was not supposed to be on the grounds, Delilah decided to approach him and ask what his buisness was at Hogwarts.

"Deimos Lestrange, what are you doing here?" She asked him, just curious as to why he was on the grounds. Her dress showed off her figure more than usual and the woman knew that it would be making him crazy, but she was not going to let him have any of it before he told her his buisness at Hogwarts.

@Deimos Lestrange

Delilah's Dress

Gone nearly five years, and there were still girls who knew him there...

Oh, yeah, ‘Lilah Riddle was a teacher or something. Who knows, or cares. Some tight, sexy dress was wrapped snug to her hips and waist and he wanted to unfasten it all to the floor of a classroom. Having sex with a young and attractive Professor in her own office would be fulfilling some seven-or-so-year-long dream.

He sauntered up to her, a grin unfurling across his face.

”Mm hello, Professor...” His eyes took the full length of her as he approached, looking as though he was going to go straight in there and hold her against him—