Victoire & Sirius
"It suits you," she said again, not missing the way his gaze seemed to roam. He wasn't the first pair of eyes she'd caught staring that night, so she could hardly complain too much; after all, she'd checked out his arse earlier, and it was a very, very nice arse. Besides, her costume didn't exactly discourage looks.
But when he glanced down again, she smirked and touched his chin in a gesture meant to raise it an inch. "Up here," she teased. "No snotty comments from anyone in my family except my stick-up-the-arse uncle, which is a relief. Oh, and my cousin, Jamie, but he's just overprotective." She gave her tail feathers a wiggle. "I'm having fun - no trouble yet, but I'm sure I'll have plenty of opportunity later."
The look on her face made it extremely clear what sort of trouble she was talking about, and she squeezed his elbow. "Up for a dance? Though I'm afraid we might have to keep it clean. Don't want to scandalize the village, do we?"