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“There are plenty of students who could help you with that,” Circinus said dismissively, his previously tense muscles relaxing as his mouth buzzed pleasantly from the inhaled smoke. “Children these days…”

“Then I’m certain the Etiquette Professor would be delighted to help you with that fetish,” Circinus said with a light sneer, referencing Professor Gilderoy Snape. Though the pair had no direct conflicts and were actually able to converse quite comfortably, Circinus was wary of his possible hunt for a new pet.

Circinus accepted the presented dress with a flourish, drawing his wand up as he looked over the ruffled mess that had been mailed as a garment. “Tsk, such a waste of material,” the teacher commented lazily, flicking his wrist experimentally; strands of ruffles spilled from the dress, piling on the floor as he began to shave away the unnecessary additives. As he worked, the material’s color changed as well, melting into a rich combination of deep blue and pale green, the sleeves flowering out to bell around the wrists just slightly. Abygale had patiently instructed him on garment altercation in the early years of his career; he’d drawn on those lessons and expanded his skills through practice over the decades. “The first time I did nude modeling, it was because of a dress like this,” he continued as he worked, his voice light and comfortable, “I was so furious at how hideous it was, I dragged it off and pitched a fit about it – the photographer called to have it adjusted, but in the mean time he took some pictures of me… I was a blonde, then, kekeke~”

[Yeah, Circi just totally changed the color anyway XD OMG he's such a b*****d.]

Raised voices were another of Cirinus’s triggers – even partial yelling was enough to clench his stomach in utter terror, and a flush of red spread across his collarbone as he drew into a breath. The dress material washed over with a pale shade of lavender before Circinus offered it back. “Well – I only wanted to see,” Circinus said tonelessly. “Make… make certain you’ve cleaned all this up before you’ve finished,” he added in reference to the formerly empty classroom, and stepped towards the door, sliding through it with an almost feline panic.

It was the tone of voice that caught him off guard, his yellowish eyes snapping open. In the instant before he took the dress and the Professor left, his heart suddenly thudded loudly in his chest. For a moment he wasn't looking at the Professor, but at Devlin.

Were they really that alike?

"Dammit.." Justus growled to himself, shoving his hat back down on his head and heading out after the professor.

"Wait, Professor, wait." He held open the door and stepped out into the hallway, still holding the dress off the floor with one arm.

Circinus paused in his quick retreat, turning slowly on the thick heels of his boots; his smile was carefully composed, but the panicked flush of red lingered across his partially exposed collarbone, the color gathering across his neck and the line of his jaw to his ears. “I’ve slowed production long enough, kekeke~” he said smoothly, his jaunty laughter ringing rather thin. “I was a bit of a diva as a model, controlling everything – ” he paused and glanced at the dress, still displeased with the tint even though the advertisement called for such a color.

"Really?" Devlin said, looking at Circinus in surprise. "Wow.... thanks." Suddenly he paused and looked back over his shoulders, shipping it around somewhat in panic.

"We shouldn't be talking about this in the hall." He said in a quiet hiss. His heart started to thump, the beats increasing as fear raced up his spine.