vexxed (vexxed) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-08-24 22:30:00 |
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Myron walked with a purpose. He always walked with a purpose, it was one of the ways he exuded the aura of prominence. Crowds parted as he stepped through the lobby, almost without realising. Muggles wouldn't recognise who he was, but that didn't stop them from recognising that someone important was making their way through the hotel to the front desk. With charming smile and seemingly sincere flirting Myron had his room key in record time. He took the stairs to the advised floor, not trusting the lift. He was convinced Katie had gotten to rock bottom and had no ulterior motives, but walking into a small metal box seemed stupid regardless. In each hand Myron carried a bag: One a leather briefcase containing all the ingredients Myron would need to mix up a magically good time; The other a holdall, which contained a change of clothes for himself and something he intended for Katie. Well, a few somethings, depending on how his tastes progressed throughout the night and her willingness to accept his...gifts. Though he held a key in his hand, or could have just as easily unlocked the door with his wand, Myron rapped his knuckles against the wood. He wanted Katie to feel in control as much as possible. No point in making her defensive. He called out who it was, and promised he was alone. As he waited he forced himself to push the grin away from his face. This was going to be fun. He'd never fucked a rebel before. |