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"You're brilliant, you know that, don't you?" Teagan said giving Mary a soft smile. "I've never been one for getting into growing plants. Too dirty," she gave a quick chuckle, "but they're beautiful. And it doesn't look like that flower crown is dirty. It looks clean as day." Reaching over to touch the flowers, Teagan's smile grew. The flowers felt like silk but were obviously real. They were soft and delicate but strong, not falling apart in her hands. "How did you come up with all this?" Teagan asked, waving her arm around the entire stall. "You've got everyone beat, that's for sure."

Teagan pushed her shoulders back to take everything in, trying to find something perfect. It was difficult because everything was perfect. If only she was talented in such a way. Mary deserved it. She was a good, sweet girl. "I'm team Brazil but that's the only way I can find to narrow it down. It's all too lovely." She scratched the side of her head. "Tea would be wonderful -- but don't make me choose. I can't handle decisions right now! Just hand me something while I keep perusing!"

She ran her fingers over the flowers and smiled. The noise almost disappeared. It was a nice feeling. An interesting one she hadn't felt before. "Hey Mary. Um," Teagan's eyes shifted a bit, "do you think you could show me how to make one? Maybe we could make mine together?"

The grounds were filled with noise and chaos in the most wonderful way. Mary always had her eyes open, just in case but even then she couldn't help but be picked up by the atmosphere all around her. The crowd of cheering, enthusiastic quidditch was something even someone overly cautious couldn't deny the joy of. In all of it the witch couldn't help but wear one of the many crowns displayed at the stall. What was the fun if she couldn't even wear her own creation?

What Mary didn't expect was to see Teagan at her stall, though. Despite all of it, it certainly was a pleasant surprise. "That is a flower crown. Enchanted to last the entirety of the event and to make sure your team of choice is represented in a most floral fashion." She chuckled, giving the other a smirk. Mary was proud of the hard work the stall represented, having put in extra hours over the last few weeks to grow even more flowers and herbal plants than she usually would. After all the crowns and wreaths as well as the teas were a blend of muggle and magical and she wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Would you like to try one, Teagan? Or perhaps a wreath. It not I'm sure I can whip up a different accessory to match whatever you need." She glanced over the selection of floral accessories. "Do you want a cup of tea to go along with it?" A flick of her wrist, pointing toward the glass bottles of tea, freshly made and enchanted to remain hot or cold depending on a person's liking.

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Teagan was getting to a point where she wanted to smack the smug look off Lily’s face. She wasn’t going to but the feeling was strong. Lily kept looking at her like she had a battle going on in her head. What was there to think about? All Teagan did was invite her into her tent! She didn’t do anything. “Why do you keep staring? I’m sure I can find a photo and sign it for you if you’d rather,” said the growing irritated model.

“And yes, I pal around with whoever I like, thank you.” She wanted to be less combative but she was annoyed. “Look. Whatever your problem with me is — and I think I know —" Teagan wasn’t stupid, “you’re really fucking wrong.” She couldn’t help the aggression. Being judged because of her last name was the last thing she wanted and wasn’t going to take it. She already had for too long. And still had to on occasion. No. Not there.

The stare from Teagan felt vaguely threatening, but there was something familiar in it that Lily tried to push away. The feeling of being misunderstood and the righteous rage that came with it. No. She needed to stop doing that! She trusted too easily, saw the good where there was none. It was exactly how she'd ended up defending Severus even when it was right under her nose exactly who he was.

"Oh, you pal around with many muggleborns?" It came out so haughty it almost didn't sound like Lily. Every defence she'd spent the last few years building was up. She needed to protect herself - that was the mantra she repeated. And yet here she was picking a fight with a woman she suspected wanted her dead. Smart.

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hogwarts;; favorite classes.

core classes:

potions: a keen mind is needed for potions. when making potions she has a hyper-focused nature. it's like when she's reading -- don't bother her or she'll snap. she loves the aromas and steam and seeing what she is capable of creating and what she can do for others.

transfiguration: being able to change one thing into another gave teagan a sense of power. and being able to change her appearance through human transfiguration was truly magical. professor mcgonagall even gave her private study lessons after seeing teagan's natural abilities.

defense against the dark arts: "defense" was a joke to her family, but not to teagan. if her family had any real intelligence they would have known that the class could be used for both the good and evil; it was all in how it was viewed. although she could see that, teagan didn't always want to use it for anything nefarious, even if she had to act that way depending on her company. she was smart and used it however she had to. best to know how to defend yourself no matter who you're fighting.

extracurricular class:

alchemy: a combination of potions, transfiguration and muggle chemistry almost reflected teagan in a class subject. part of the reason she loves the subject so much is the mixture and complexities it takes to succeed -- and that it is one of the most difficult subjects. it gave her even more bragging rights than she already had.

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where: dogweed and deathcap stall. who: @notdelicatc || mary.

Teagan was thrilled to not be in that damned Lodge. It was too stuffy. Too not Tegan. The good part about this event seemed to be that the Death Eaters and everyone else was very separated. A blessing -- she hated say so but it was true. Death Eaters could a lot of things. It sickened her that she was part of that in any way whatsoever, but what could she do? She could run away just like she did that day.

And what else did that day bring? Running into Mary MacDonald at her Dogweed and Deathcap stall. They weren't the closest of friends; more periphery friends, but friends nonetheless. She walked up and smiled at the stall. Flowers, teas, little mushrooms -- very Mary. "This is fantastic, Mary," Teagan said, eyeing all offered. "You never cease to amaze me." She looked at the younger witch with a wide grin for the first time and saw the best thing ever.

"What? Is? That?" Teagan asked with sheer excitement as she pointed to a ring of flowers adorning Mary's head. She reached out to touch it. "It's beautiful!" She leaned on the stall. "I need some tea and one of these lovely things immediately!"

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Teagan could feel Lily's eyes on her. She was being judged and could feel it. She knew what it felt like and wasn't a fan. She was a pureblood. Just like the muggleborns were being judged, so were the purebloods. They weren't all alike. Teagan most certainly was not regardless of her family.

She clenched her jaw and stared Lily in the eye, almost as a how dare you, you should know what this feels like. Teagan hated that she had to act like she supported the Death Eaters during meetings. Not to mention, she did have to try to be careful who she was around. If it was someone from the cause she had to stiffen up and make it as short a conversation as possible. But that wasn't her fault. Anyone who had an inkling of who Teagan was would know that. That obviously wasn't Lily.

"Then you clearly don't know my friends."

Lily couldn't help but eye the tent and Teagan with suspicion. There was no world where she'd trust a Nott to lure her into a tent alone. She might be a Gryffindor, but she wasn't stupid. Still, she couldn't be entirely sure there was something nefarious waiting for her inside. If it had been someone else she might've already had her wand drawn, but it was Teagan.

Her brain insisted that Teagan could not be trusted, that she was one of those purebloods who would want Lily dead if given the chance. She tried to listen to her brain these days, but with the innocent smile of the other girl she faltered, pausing in front of the tent.

"I'm not sure I'd be welcome with your friends."

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Feeling Amelia's eyes on Teagan, she allowed her to size her up. It wasn't odd in the days they found them in. Besides, she didn't know her, All she knew was that she fancied dusty informative books, knew Gaelic and had a monocle. Oh, and she appeared to be rather ...not standoffish, but guarded.

Although Teagan was open to new people -- sometimes naïve on her part -- she could understand not wanting to show all your cards. After all, when called to the manor for Death Eater meetings, Teagan had to pretend to support the cause. If her family knew that she wanted nothing to do with it, there would be utter hell to pay. She was able to get out of many things but she wouldn't have been able to squirm out of that one. So on those nights she didn't interact. She played her part, sitting there like the Sacred 28 Nott's pretty princess. It made her sick. She would leave those meetings as soon as possible and shower until her skin pruned just to get it off of her. So she understood in her own way.

Tegan felt a sigh of relief when Amelia pulled out her monocle. It made her smile. She couldn't recall anyone actually using one before. She really did like it. It seemed to fit Amelia to a T. She didn't know why because it's not like Teagan knew her. Maybe it was the suit. The two went hand in hand. Amelia made them go hand in hand. "I'm a little behind on the happenings. I spent some time away from Britain so I don't know exactly what you went through. And I don't know about your interactions with dark wixen. It sounds like a touchy subject but I would be interested to know about your work." Teagan blinked, looking Amelia in the eyes. "You seem like a good person to get to know is all." She paused. "Plus two Irish ladies in one place? It was meant to be. Maybe you could remind me some Gaelic." A small smile crossed her face.

Teagan reached out to Amelia’s hand. "Don't worry. I'm not stuffy. Sometimes it is hard to deprogram certain pleasantries. Still working on that." She quirked her head. "Amelia."

Amelia had been about to allow herself to become engrossed back in her text when the other woman spoke again, drawing her sharp gaze over to her. She couldn't help but take a beat, pausing as she sized her up to determine whether she was a threat or if she'd simply struck up conversation with whom she believed was a fellow bibliophile...though the dusty and excessively dry text in a language other than English did seem to indicate such a thing.

Pausing for a moment to eye the other woman, the auror let her fingers pull the monocle from her pocket to spin it around before giving her a shrug. "Chasing down dark wixen comes with it's dangers. I'm just a little luckier than most, I suppose," she finally begrudgingly stated, figuring it wasn't exactly a secret that she'd taken some spell damage and had issues with her eye and it's ability to focus, so saw no harm in sharing at least a bit, "Healer would say I don't use it often enough, but it's not exactly convenient."

Seizing the opportunity, Amelia dropped her gaze back to the book in her hands, brushing her thumbs along the cover for a moment before tapping it lightly. "Aye, I know it. The only proper language we used at home," she offered, feeling her tone grow slightly awkward, lifting a shoulder in a slight shrug as she tried to play it off, "Mum wanted us to know a number of languages though. Never know when they'd end up dead useful."

Pausing, the brunette offered her hand out after a beat, finding the more familiar footing of a typical introduction, albeit one without the shield that was her title or name. "Amelia. Pleasure," she said lightly, "I'm not really one for the stuffy pureblood elbow-rubbing on most days, so you don't need to worry."

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quidditch world cup;; costume contest.

everyday was a costume contest for teagan. it was a way to show off, being nothing but herself. she loved all eyes on her. she always had. she always was high end. this contest was no different.

but this time was for brazil. they seemed to be the underdog. they also had quite a good looking team which didn’t hurt. a good looking underdog. she couldn’t say no to that.

the impeccable golden jumpsuit with its plunging neckline shined beneath the lights. you couldn’t help but look at her or her dazzling green heels that reached to the skies where her team flew. she wore deep green hair and large earrings that dangled as she moved that screamed for her team. but the showstopper? when teagan turned around, her bare, smooth back had a magical — albeit temporary — tattoo of the brazilian map with swirling colors of the country.

teagan was proud of her look. she held her head up high as she always did and blew kisses. she even began a chant for brazil. she was stunning and knew it but looking good and using it to cheer on a group that had worked so hard to get to the cup deserved it. hard work always prevailed.

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Teagan was happy to have escaped the Lodge for at least a bit. She hated that she couldn't spend the whole World Cup on the campground -- her tent was certainly made for the pureblood princess, amenities and all, but her family would kill her if they even knew she was gracing the grounds as it was. Good thing she was a puppeteer and quick on her feet who always had a plan. But she was still a pureblood.

After getting her tent set up, Teagan decided to take a stroll, excited to see the nature of the boring folk not in the Lodge. She couldn't have been more pleased. People were running around, laughing, smiling. There were faces painted, kids pulling on their mum's skirts, arguments about which team would win. There was noise. There was life. The Lodge may as well have been sudden death. It was quiet mumbles, constant rules, expectations and predictable. But the campsite -- Teagan would have given up her pureblood status to live that kind of life.

Though at the campsite Teagan was still dressed like the model she was: a short, scrunched up skirt with tears on each side and the Vivienne Westwood signature on the back pocket showing off her long legs, along with a soft corset in black. And she made sure she wore sensible shoes, black sneakers adorned with sparkles.

Hearing an inviting voice, Teagan turned her head and saw Sirius sitting outside a tent. "Plenty to drink? You may have just made a new friend. It's Sirius Black, isn't it?" Of course she knew who he was. Every pureblood did. But who cared about that?

Where: Campsite Who: Open

Sirius wasn’t bothered that he was not invited to the Burke lodge accommodations, what fun was that anyway? He had left that life behind. And with the way wizard tents were they were more than comfortable, not like the muggle ones he had heard about. He thought of his brother being stuck in the stuffy lodge surrounded by all the boring purebloods, all their rules and appearances and wished they could have gone camping together. It was nice sitting out among the stars, the laughter all around, people able to forget about the doom and gloom for a little while. He set up his tent with a flourish. It was large and spacious inside, able to fit both his friends and any others who might end up crashing if needed. He set up outside with some chairs, a fire, and of course alcohol to spare as he sat down to enjoy the atmosphere watching the people go by. 

He was always up for making new friends, or just sharing an evening with strangers looking to have a good time. He wouldn’t say no to any fun that came his way. He doubted most of the purebloods would pass by this way, but any of them that did were probably a more open-minded sort if they were to slum it with the rest of the crowd. He took a sip of his firewhiskey, surveying the crowd for any familiar faces or ones that sparked his interest. If he saw any of his cousins would they stop? His brother if out this way would probably have to rebuff him in such a public place which made him sad but he tried to shake it off. At least he got to see him sometimes rather than not at all. “Fancy a drink?” he asked beckoning to someone who had paused in their journey. “I’ve got plenty to go around, now all I need is some company as I’m not sure where my friends have wandered off to.”

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where: campground. who: open.

After the dry, expected conversation at the Burke Lodge, Teagan waited for her moment to break loose from her family. They wouldn’t need her much anyway. Besides, she had a plan. “Mother, I will look at my room now if that’s quite alright.” She was given the go ahead. With purse in hand, she walked, looking behind her, and left the house, apparating to the campground. — anywhere was better than being around stuffy purebloods the entire time. She would have to pop in here and there but her trip wouldn’t be ruined by that lot.

Teagan reached into her bag and pulled out a tent that my have been a small house but she wanted to make sure the door was a flap and not a door — a little more welcoming that way. Although Teagan could be sweet she was a princess, pureblood and sacred 28 after all so her view of welcoming wasn’t always well thought through.

Teagan poked her head out out the flap and waved as people walked by. She stepped outside welcoming anyone inside. "Welcome! Join me inside!”

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the war;; playing pretend.

coming from a pureblood family, teagan is expected to be a death eater or at least a supporter. while she pulls the strings with most happenings inside her family this is one she dare not try. but that doesn’t mean she has to believe like the rest of the nott family. however, she has to pretend when they’re around. it’s the main thing she feels she can’t run from. but when left to her own devices she does what she wants, interacts with why she wants and doesn’t mold herself into a warrior.

what was the point? the war will never end. one side will always think they’re right. the war will continue. if not this exact war then another. war is inevitable. fighting in it is not.

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She hated to bother someone when they were reading. Everyone knew not to bother Teagan when she was engrossed — a Ravenclaw trait, no doubt. She was breaking her own rule. But there was something about this woman. She had never met her, never even seen her but she was drawn to her for whatever reason. And they were in a bookstore. If she didn’t talk to her then, well, when?

“I really am sorry to bother you. I know how obnoxious it can be. I’m the queen of don’t bother me when I’m reading, but I — you look so interesting and I wasn’t sure I’d get the chance to talk to you if we both read the whole time.” Teagan blinked and smiled, daring not to look down. “A monocle? You don’t see many with those these days,” she paused. “It's very …distinguished. You pull it off quite well."

Glancing at the book and hearing her say the title, Teagan became overly excited. “I’m Irish! Truth be told I don’t know much Gaelic anymore but would love to learn. My roots lie in Ireland now and forever.” She looked longingly at the book as though she were being transferred back to her childhood home in the lush hills. “So you know Gaelic then?” She asked looking at the woman again.

“Oh," She shook her head, "where are my manners? I’m Teagan.”

Amelia had been driven from her office by no less than a threat of suspension and at wandpoint--albeit by someone she knew usually had her best wishes at heart. Though it didn't stop of from growling a string of creative insults under her breath as she swept from the Ministry, though the growing headache may have contributed to just how snappy she had been earlier. And said snappiness may have been the tipping point leading to her being forced out of the building. And irritated as she was, she couldn't really blame them, which just made it even more irritating.

Stepping into the apparition point, and stepping out in Diagon Alley, the brunette paused for a moment to adjust her auror robes on her shoulders as she walked smoothly toward the bookstore. If she wasn't to be working, then she could certainly study up on some of the more esoteric battle magics that she was fond of using.

Nodding once in greeting as she swept toward the back of the store where her favorite books were, Amelia soon found herself engrossed in a text that was barely older than it was dry, monocle almost belatedly settled into place before her left eye just to ensure the headache didn't get worse. It helped that it was written in Irish made it all the more intriguing as she didn't believe it was a book currently possessed by the Bones family. She'd gotten drawn in deeply enough to the exceptionally dry material when the sound of a voice snapped her out of her reading trance.

Blinking once as she let her eyes adjust to something other than text, she lifted a hand to tuck her monocle away as she gently closed the book in her hands. "This? Oh, its Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charms...in Irish," she said after turning the book to read the title, "But its an older edition than I've seen. Some of the theory isn't something I've seen before, either."

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Ryan Destiny, HOW MANY, 2022

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“I don’t know. These lips can only take so much,” Teagan laughed, taking out her gloss. She ran the tip and rubbed her lips together. “That’s a little better. Hopefully no one shows up for a bit.” She crossed her fingers.

Alice was fun. She loved her experience and hoped it would last outside the kissing booth. Maybe Alice could introduce her to new people. Teagan lived for meeting new people and making new friends, having fun and spreading her positivity as wide as she could. — but hoping she wouldn’t have to take out her wand if she met anyone with a bad attitude, hurting anyone. Though she could be a ray of light, no one dare fuck with her. However, that was the possible future, not the present. The present was she and Alice.

Teagan was aware that she had repeat customers. It didn’t bother her so much. The only thing that bothered her was that Alice wasn’t given the same type of attention. Obviously people knew Teagan so she wasn’t surprised necessarily but Alice was just as attractive in her own way. She deserved just as much attention even if she wasn’t as well known. At least one or two repeats would’ve been worth it. “You’re a doll and should have more kisses than you’ve gotten.”

At that moment Teagan got up and went to the other side of the booth to Alice’s line and leaned down and gave Alice a quick kiss. “Oh, wait!” She leaned down again to give Alice a second kiss. “You needed a customer to come back.” She smiled and went to her seat, smiling at Alice. “You're worth it.”

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The truth was, Alice liked attention. She tried not to be obnoxious about it, but there was no escaping the fact. So when the Billie Lewis grant needed people to volunteer for the kissing booth at the fair, she hadn’t hesitated to sign up. She’d never been shy a day in her life, so kissing strangers sounded fun. In fact, it sounded like a typical Friday night from years gone by, but this time it was for charity. A win-win if she’d ever heard one. 

Admittedly, Alice had been a little surprised to find out she’d been paired up with Teagan Nott. She’d assumed the organizers would pair up one man and one woman because of how weird people got about gender, although Alice herself had never had any qualms about kissing other women. But having Teagan, model and girly-girl extraordinaire, and Alice, who’d only prepared by bringing lip balm and a bottle of water, did cover two very different ends of the ‘likes women’ spectrum. 

And they were having fun. Alice hadn’t really known Teagan before she left home, and she was pleased to find out that this daughter of the Sacred 28 didn’t have a huge stick up her ass. Alice laughed at Teagan’s concerns and shook her head. “I really don’t think that’s something you’ll have to worry about.” she made a show of giving the younger witch a very obvious once-over. After all, she was drop dead gorgeous. “The only thing I feel bad about is the people who have to wait in line while your favorite customers come up to blush and stammer and steal a kiss over, and over, and over.” Teagan’s was definitely the better known face, and she’d had a few people end up in her line more than once. Alice hadn’t seen any repeats yet, but she was enjoying the variety.

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where: flourish and blotts. who: @justicexdriven || amelia.

It was a regular day. Although others may have thought Teagan was in her element being in the spotlight and while that was partially true, there was a side of her hardly anyone knew and this person was the complete opposite. She had been lounging in her silk sheets surrounded by fluffy pillows, wearing a soft tank reading a book. She felt calm and cared for by the books that lined the walls of her bedroom. But she had finished her book. Although she had books to still be read, she did the thing bibliophiles do and decided to go to the bookstore to get new books to add to her collection. She immediately got up, got dressed and walked out the door.

When she she opened the doors to Flourish and Blotts, she decided to walk down the empty aisles, she ran her fingers down the spines of the books with her eyes closed; another happy place of hers. But finally she sensed someone else was near her. She opened her eyes slowly and saw a woman looking intensely at the books in front of her, not noticing Teagan in the slightest.

Teagan tilted her her head and smiled. There was something about the fact that the woman was so into what she was doing. She was in the zone and didn't care about anything else. Teagan appreciated that, especially when it came to books. Knowledge was power. It appeared that this woman knew that fact. It was lovely.

Teagan didn't want to interrupt but was too interested and had to approach. She walked a few steps and softly said, "I'm sorry to bother, but you look so focused that I have to know what is pulling you in," she paused. "I hope you don't mind."

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wanted dynamics.

lover;; teagan is particular about who she invites into her bed. she takes exceptional care of herself so if she gives away her body it’s a gift and not one taken lightly. she’s not into one night stands. though she is bisexual she is female leaning but anyone can apply if they’re good enough. →

they met in france;; while traveling she began her modeling career in france. after coming back to london for her standing job she reconnectes with this person who brings back either good memories or bad. either can be worked out. →

groupie;; in total awe of teagan and her career. thinks she’s beautiful, smart, fun — all the things she is — but is clumsy with how to interact with her. it could be unhealthy or simple fangirling (but any gender). →

the line of potential spouses;; teagan has put off marriage but her parents are getting antsy. how much longer can she last before being approached with her arranged marriage and who will it be to? must be at least pureblood but very preferably also sacred twenty-eight. →

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where: three broomsticks. who: open.

Teagan had been seen as a princess. Not just any princess but the one belonging to the Nott family; well known and high ranking. There was little doubt about their belief system. Although Teagan was their shining star she kept plenty from them. She played them just as she did many people — the ones who deserved it. She did like many people and even had great friends of all sorts. Ones who may not have been approved of. She didn’t care in the slightest. All she had to do was snap her fingers and everything would be well. She was a master and loved it.

But what she loved more was actually spending time with people she cared about, a good laugh, sharing memories and creating new ones. She was at the Three Broomsticks and had ordered a butterbeer just like old times waiting to catch up with some such person. Before Teagan knew it she heard the little ding on the door which made her raise her hand without even looking as she sipped from her glass.

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where: unity fair; kissing booth. who: @alessandraesmee || alice.

Yes, Teagan was a model. Yes, Teagan thought much of herself. Yes, Teagan was confident. And yes, Teagan was a socialite. The difference between her and many of other pureblood princesses was that she was approachable and cordial — unless provoked. She enjoyed being out and about, being seen. She knew she was beautiful and liked others to see how stunning she was. Attention was given to her her whole life. What better way to give back to others who saw her than sitting at the kissing booth with the lovely Alice?

The line had slowed and she flung her hair behind her shoulder, letting out an exasperated sigh. “This was a lot busier than even I expected. If I’m not careful these plump money making lips might flatten.” She put her hand on Alice’s shoulder. “And most of these people …they’re the lucky ones.” Teagan leaned in and smiled. “They got two hotties here like sitting ducks just waiting on some action.”