Marcy was by no means dissatisfied or disappointed with the level of education she was receiving at the widely recognized Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it was fun after all to learn about magical creatures or to get knowledge of some of the basic potions and how to brew them. She was even enjoying Divination, despite not entirely believing all of it to be true or have any real merit. While it was all fun, however, she wasn't here to just pass some silly exams and receive some meaningless grades. One of the words in her House's motto was "ambition" and she definitely didn't lack any of it, often reaching for spells, potions, and various concepts far, far outside the reach of the normal curriculum. This ambition to be the best, most powerful witch in existence was the reason why she became so interested in the Defense Against the Dark Arts and what subsequently secured her the professor's approval for her occasional visits to the restricted section of the library.

Of course those visits were seen by some as blatant favoritism and by others as a potential threat just looming over the horizon. Restricted section, after all, was full of dangerous, dark, often forbidden practices, rituals, spells, and objects... and wanting to be the most powerful witch in existence wasn't exactly comforting to her peers, or the Ministry of Magic itself. For this reason her quick adventure tonight was kept in secret - she had a strange feeling that the spells she was curious about this time would ring plenty of alarm bells at the Ministry and perhaps not only start a whole investigation but also cut her off the restricted section once and for all. She couldn't have that... and also part of her didn't want to bring any trouble onto the kind professor helping her out in this endeavor (though, aside from their mutual interest in dangerous spells he sure had some other incentives...).

It was a late evening when she entered the rapidly emptying library. The librarian glanced over her but didn't pay her much attention and went back to some other work, being already quite used to Marcy being here late and for hours at a time. She looked over the library pretending to be searching for a friend, and quickly counted the remaining students. Most of them either looked like they'd be packing up soon or they were far enough where they wouldn't see or hear anything, but there were a handful of Ravenclaws all sitting at a table near the restricted section that could become a problem. Marcy thought fast, settling on a slow and stealthy approach. Quick wave of the wand and a quietly whispered spell and she was more or less invisible, as long as she was moving slowly, with no sudden moves. That was enough as the Ravenclaws were all completely occupied by the large tomes in front of them and none of them even looked up when she opened the lock and squeezed in through the gate to the restricted section.

With the gate closed behind her she moved through the bookshelves trying to stay away from the bars and the group at the table. She didn't know the exact place of the books she needed, but she kept reassuring herself that she had plenty of time and no one would be here to cause any issues. Not bothering with the disguise anymore Marcy kept moving from bookshelf to bookshelf, still not seeing any of the titles she was hoping to find. After a few more minutes she sighed and without looking turned the corner to approach another row of shelves... only to notice she is not alone anymore. Directly ahead of her stood another Slytherin, with his wand at the ready and his eyes focused on her every move to the point where it felt like he was drilling into her soul.

"Oh... a fellow Slytherin" she whispered trying her best to hide her surprise and quickly rising nervousness.
In response he simply grinned and whispered back,
"You shouldn't be here, Marcy. Didn't get your usual permission, did you?" he tilted his head with this question and Marcy felt herself blushing as she was desperately trying to find a comeback to it that would get him out of here while allowing her to get back to her search. He quietly, almost without even making any sound at all, chuckled and whispered again,
"Normally I'd have to report you to the librarian... it's a serious breach of the school rules after all and I actually do have a written permission to be here," he briefly waved a scroll in his other hand before continuing with a clear sense of superiority in his voice, "but maybe... we could come... to some sort of understanding?"

Marcy's first reaction was to raise her eyebrows but she immediately understood exactly what he meant. She stepped back towards the bookshelf and undid her robe, letting it fall down onto a small table behind her and showing to him the rest of her uniform - the tight top, the dark skirt. She then sat down on the table, unbuttoned most of her top, spread her legs just a tiny bit and looked at him seductively, tilting her head in just the right, playful way...

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