Secret Admirer
Who: Heidi Macavoy and Daphne Greengrass What: Daph is being evil When: Sept. 12, 1996 Where: Varied Rating: R (at least)
Daphne had tried to get the encounter at the Lavender Unicorn out of her head. Flings were usually easy because, well, she was a witch, damn it, running into someone again was a monumental task from an enchanted castle.
But...Heidi...Heidi she hadn't actually gotten to have. Heidi wasn't a muggle. Heidi was right there, across the Great Hall, or in the corridors, or in classes. Daphne knew she shouldn't think about it. She wasn't Laurel. She was expected to make a good match. She was a Slytherin, Heidi was a Hufflepuff. Heidi probably wouldn't want anything to do with her if she knew.
Still, she struggled, because that night had been the hottest she had ever been, and they had never actually had sex. She had touched herself so many times to that memory that just the barest thought of it made her wet again.
And then there were the other fantasies, finding Heidi in the stacks, or some abandoned niche -- the prefect's bathroom, under the bleachers on the pitch...it was enough to drive a girl mad. So, finally, she did something about it.
She handed the package to a school owl, informing it not to be tricked into carrying a reply, and smiled. Contained in the package was a journal, linked to a new one of her own, and designed to heat when a message was written.
They were also thin, and easily concealable for mischief in class. On the card, faking her handwriting, she had simply written: