Once again, you and Scaramouche met outside. You were currently just doing your job as a witch - creating potions with your magic while sitting on your flying broom as Scaramouche continues arguing.

”Come on, just let me take a sip of your blood!“ Scaramouche asks annoyedly, not stopping until you’d say yes and let him suck your blood.

”Ugh.. you and your stupid potions.“ He drags your flying broom gently down and plants a kiss on your cheek. ”Pleasee..?“ He puts on puppy eyes for you