Justine glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes glittering while a knowing smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "Oh? What are you thinking is going to happen here?" She teased lightly as she took a seat amidst the plush pillows that had somehow been untouched by the weather. Justine supposed it was some sort of magic but she wasn't sensitive to its touch yet.

Warmth lingers where Harry had touched her but Justine tries to push the feelings away. It wasn't unpleasant but she needed to focus and... it was so hard to focus.

"Come one." She whispered as she gently pulled him into their fort of pillows and sheer curtains. "You're the teacher, aren't you?" Justine leaned forward and let her lips brush against the shell of his ear.

"Teach me."

Justine pulled away and sat like an angel in a cascade of clouds as she watched Harry. That was probably a little mean of her but she couldn't help herself. She resisted the temptation of his touch, only to offer another.