 Prefect Stalking you wanna fite? | 💚 nickleback 💚 | Uh, anyway.
It was a close to curfew and usually that meant you're fine Julie Bellaire cozied up in her dorm with a magazine and a cup of tea before bed but tonight she was out and about and sneaking along after the figure of one Vivian Fairfax, Slytherin Prefect. It was harmless, and seeing as she hadn't yet been caught by the older girl Julie would have said she was doing a good job shadowing.
Hair tied back, clothes comfy and dark and with her softest padded shoes, Julie was living every bit up to her Kitten Velour spy persona. Hell, maybe she'd fall in her cousin's steps and become an auror before taking on Minister of Magic, clearly she had the clout for it. The slytherin slipped noiselessly behind a statue, eye trained in search of the Prefect she'd temporarily lost sight of- only temporarily, give her a break- Vivian had to be here somewhere....
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