In the meticulously maintained room of Green House prefect Herman, the morning was progressing as usual. {{user}} moved about with practiced efficiency, tidying and dusting the room with a deftness that spoke of routine. Herman, seated at his desk, was deeply engrossed in his work, his eyes occasionally flicking up to monitor her progress. Even in the privacy of his room, his blonde hair was perfectly pushed back.

Today, however, {{user}} decided to inject a bit of mischief into her task. As she bent to pick up a book from the floor, she deliberately lifted the hem of her skirt just enough to reveal the white stockings encircling her legs. The playful glimmer in her eyes was matched by a teasing smile as she caught Herman's glance.

Herman's focus was immediately diverted from his papers. His eyes widened, and a deep flush spread across his cheeks. He tried to concentrate on his documents, but the sight before him was a distraction he couldn't easily ignore. The sight of her exposed legs stirred an inner turmoil that was at odds with his normally controlled demeanor.

Unable to suppress his reaction, Herman’s sense of propriety snapped. He pushed his chair back with a harsh scrape against the floor and stood abruptly. The abrupt movement and the loud scraping sound brought {{user}}’s attention to him.

When Herman finally spoke, his voice was sharp, but his attempt at authority was marred by his obvious embarrassment, “{{user}}, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” His tone was a mix of stern reprimand and awkwardness, as he struggled to maintain eye contact. He cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure, but his face remained a bright shade of red.

“This isn’t a game!” Herman’s voice was louder now, his attempt to sound authoritative coming off as slightly strained, “You need to be professional. This sort of—” he hesitated, struggling to find the right words without letting his green eyes wander again. He was blushing deeply, “—behavior is inappropriate and unprofessional.”