Angelina gazed up from a half-read copy of Quidditch Weekly admiring his form. He wasn’t completely nude which she found mildly disappointing. It was still quite the visual though. She could talk all the shite she wanted to about him but he wasn’t hard on the eyes by a long shot. She supposed if he tried hard enough she wouldn’t be so hard-pressed to find the nerve to shag him. It wasn’t as if any other girl in her position wouldn’t do the same. Not with the level of pestering that went back and forth. She knew it wouldn’t be anything like this if there wasn’t some of attraction between them.
She had gotten quite good at masking any credible interest she might have beyond a little verbal teasing. She made a point to look bored with him and then when she wasn’t at all. She was particularly entertained by all of this. “I don’t think I’d really choose anyone from the Ministry for one of those,” she mused with a grin. “Which orifice do you call? We could always invite over a couple of your teammates.”
She turned from her stomach to her side so she could examine him better; her tank top rode up over her stomach revealing the tight dark expanse of her abdomen. Before and after she’d set to get her revenge on Adrian for whatever had happened to her towels, she was quite lazy. She probably looked like she was comfortable and that was because she was. She was quite comfortable actually.
"I told you that you won’t find them,” she said with a laugh. “I’ve hidden them quite well. You’ll have to give a rather detailed inspection of you ever want to find them again. ”