CissaRita
Rita had been working for hours on end for the past three days. The ministry had just released a frightening new law: wands are only permitted for students of magic, which means, Rita nor anyone else at the prophet had wands!
Rita scattered her office for the notepad she was using for her interviews. And to make matters worse, she seemed to have misplaced her glasses.
"Looking for these, dear...," said a voice from across the room.
Rita swirled around only to see a beautiful woman with blonde and brown hair staring at her. "Narcissa...," she smirked, taking her glasses. "Thank you...,"
"You're welcome..," she glanced at her upward, a smirk tugging at her lips.
"It's been a while since I've seen you," Rita broke the silence, adjusting her glasses to their usual spot.
"That's why I came actually...," Narcissa said tucking her leather gloves in her jacket before removing and placing it on a chair.
Rita sat on her desk, her legs crossed and covered in black fishnet tights, complete with black 5 inch heals.
"Well?" The witch glanced up from her glasses.
Narcissa's lips curled into a seductive grin before placing her hands on Rita's thighs and pressing her forehead to Rita's.
"I've missed you...," the other witch whispered in her blonde curls, gently nibbling on her neck.
"Have you?" Rita said before wrapping her legs around Narcissa's waist. Narcissa nodded, burying her nose in Rita's curls.
"Than perhaps we should get reacquainted...," Rita smirked.
"Indeed...,"