Sevastyan and Viper's Snog Spot

Sevastyan mirrored the grin the moment he caught Viper's flirtatious gaze. He didn't bother to hold in his laughter at the Head of Slytherin's confident declaration of having a good night. The Russian felt a good seventeen years younger all over again, not that he really felt any different as it was to begin with. The wizard was pleasantly caught off guard by the sudden, deep kiss. Before it fully registered, however, he was being led out of the room.

"Evening, Miss Casillas," Sevastyan muttered, though his eyes were practically glued to the witch pulling him along. Well, 'pulling' wasn't exactly the right word... as he was moving without any reluctance whatsoever.

Hmm... no jacket, apparently, Sevastyan mused as, in no time, they were out the door.


((Onward! ))