Fleecing

Listening to Daisy, Sean instinctively looked over.

Little White Flower was still wearing Hogwarts' winter uniform today, with a thick long skirt below. She also had a pale white scarf wrapped around her neck. At first glance, she seemed no different from usual.

But...

Sean immediately noticed what was different about her.

Her thick black stockings had a silky sheen to them. He did not know whether they were new or had been treated with some magical potion, but their black surface shimmered with an illusory, diamond-dust-like glow.

They wrapped around Little White Flower's long, slender legs. Though it was winter, there was not a trace of excess flesh to be seen, making them especially alluring.

And Sean felt that they carried a certain quality that made one want to lose oneself in them.

Like the faint milky scent of a girl fresh from a bath, like sparkling fruit juice by a pool in the height of summer, or like a refreshing sea breeze blowing in from the shore.

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly so he could focus his gaze better.

No point not looking. This beautiful sight was exactly the sort of thing a vulgar man like him pursued, and he probably knew what Little White Flower wanted to do...

When Little White Flower saw that Sean's gaze carried appreciation and amazement, she simply ignored the inherent "pervert" air all men seemed to have when looking at a beautiful woman's legs. Instead, her eyes curved with a hint of pride.

It worked after all!

Little White Flower secretly rejoiced. She was dressed exactly as she usually was, yet there was clearly something more in Sean's gaze today.

It was different from the absurdity between them in the Room of Requirement that day. That had been the result of all