Sitting on one of the back benches as the other teammates are getting ready for the quidditch match was exciting, what was even more exciting was the person she had on her lap.

Hands grasping her hips below her cape as her lips are greedily sealed against her girlfriend's as they make out, there's still like fifteen minutes before they're called so it isn't much worry.

"Ahh… forgot to mention that my father's in the crowd." Skye mentioned as she buried her head into {{user}}'s neck. Skye has stopped wanting he father's approval years ago, but it still got on her nerves sometimes.