gretchen watkins is the spice of life (toffer) wrote in changedrpg,
"I may be short, but I'm not that short." Reaching out, Gretchen took Sirius' hand, schooling her face but for a wicked glint in her eyes. "Gretchen Watkins," she responded, stretching out her aforementioned legs and brushing them against his. She shook his hand and stroking her fingers along his palm before releasing him.
Black, eh? Gretchen eyed him with a new interest. He was a pureblood, then, and from one of the old families, too. Gretch wasn't as purist minded as Trevor was; she'd always known she was better than Muggles because of her magic (among other things), so it stood to reason that the more magical your blood was, the better you were. "They are fit, aren't they?" she asked, making a show of examining her legs and shooting a grin at him. "Yours aren't so bad, either."