Panty Raid - Boy's Dorms

It had taken Henri much too long to get around to this.

It was the first really sunny day of the year, so everyone had evacuated the Ravenclaw Tower by noon to go and soak in the rays of the sun. She, however, had taken upon herself to explore the Tower while everyone was absent, and her first location to visit had been, naturally, the boy's dormitories.

She was walking through the room, looking very smug. Tucked into her belt like rags were the underwear of every boy in the tower. She had made sure to find each boy's name, too, and scrawl the name on the inner band. She had almost completed her raid, and had now reached the last bunk on her little tour.

She paused by the trunk and read the plaque : Dylan Davies. She smirked and moved to the dresser, beginning to open the drawers and look for his underwear, to complete her collection.

Why? Because she could.

Since the days were getting warmer and more sunny, Dylan had started spending more and more time outside, just like everyone else. Today in particular, he'd taken it upon himself to take his little toad outside for an extended period of time since the temperature was finally good enough for him to be out of his pocket for a bit.

Every other day Dylan had taken him outside, he had to stay in his jacket pocket because it was still a little too cold for him to go out, and Dylan didn't want his pet to die, as any owner wouldn't. That didn't mean that Dylan could just leave him there though, there were still a lot of other creatures that could harm the little toad. Javy liked the water, which made Dylan a little skeptical.

Not because he liked the water, but because he didn't trust the creatures that lived in it. Like the Giant Squid. It was one of his biggest fears to lose his pet because the squid had eaten it. So once he'd noticed something starting to surface, near Javy, Dylan had scooped the creature up and he headed back to the Ravenclaw Tower.

"I'm not risking you being eaten." he told his pet, holding it up close to his face before setting it down in his pocket. Once up in the tower, the boy decided to head up to the dormitories to put Javy in his cage. He didn't expect to find anyone there though, and as a result when he saw someone was in there all he said was, "What're you doing here?"

Henri heard the door open, but it did not stop her from rifling through the drawer. She had finally found the pair of underwear she had wanted when she heard a voice. She turned around, standing. The pair of underwear was held between the thumb and index finger of both hands, comfortably held against her midriff, right below her breasts. It was a very choreographed pose.

"Oh! Hey Dylan!" It struck her that it was his underwear in her hands. She gave him a look of thrilled pleasure - like running into a friend somewhere you didn't expect. "Oh my gosh, these are yours, aren't they?! I like your taste, I do. Too bad I have to leave it to my imagination to know what they really look like." She grinned roguishly. "Unless you'd like to model them for me?"

Dylan wasn't sure what Henri was trying to play at with taking everyone's underwear from the drawers. Maybe she was just being weird. Who knows, but he didn't like that she was taking his. He winced when she held them in front of her and glanced around.

Raising an eyebrow, he slowly approached her and leaned in closer to her face. His hand moved up toward the boxers and he lightly grabbed them from the ends. "I don't think so." was all he said, before he pulled on them, hoping to get them out of her grip.

[OOC: Sorry, muse fail.]

((It's all good.))

He approached and she bounced from foot to foot playfully, her eyes gleaming with dangerous excitement. Yes, yes, yes, yes, get closer, baby, come closer, that will surely make you safer! Henri was very confident in her ability to mess with guys - which was an accomplishment since she had only been going to school with them for a few months now.

He reached out and grabbed the boxers and she used this to her advantage, pulling them over her shoulder so that it yanked him closer to her, so their bodies were almost touching. She let her neck lean back, her throat stretching out as she looked up at him, rolling her lips. "What are you going to do to me if I don't give them back?" she whispered, her eyelids fluttering deviously.

That hadn't gone as planned.

Dylan hesitated as Henri pulled the boxers over her shoulder, causing him to get closer to her. He tried to keep his distance from her body, but that would mean he had to let go of his boxers and she would keep them. He wasn't going to. He looked down at her as she spoke and allowed a smirk to cross his lips. She wanted to play this game then? Fine.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked, pushing her up against the dresser. He quickly forgot about the boxers and his grip on them gave away. He lowered his hands from the boxers to her wrists to keep a grip on her.

Her actions had the desired effect. He had no intention of allowing his underwear to remain in her possession, so her movement had caused him to almost collide with her. Henri, naturally, had no real interest in the boy, but she liked to prove she had some level of control over everyone, especially males. And he wasn't ugly. Adding him to a long list of boys who had eagerly jumped on the Henri train would only assist her terrible reputation. This was a win-win for her.

He struggled for a moment and then decided to take the all-to-predictable male route by trying to assert his dominance, thereby proving his submission to her womanly wiles and her body. He pushed her against the dresser and she smirked up at him, smiling a dangerous smile that was completely unwelcoming but incredibly daring. It was like a monster saying 'Come closer or you're chicken.'

"Empty threats mean nothing to me, babe," she quipped.