Reilly opened the door, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Mlle. Tourneur," he greeted her, and opened the door to let her in.
He gave every appearance of a man ready for bed, scrubbed and barefoot, clad in pajama bottoms and a thin brown silk dressing-gown. He ran a hand through loose, pomade-free hair.
"This is a surprise. Have you been sorted into Slytherin, then?"
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Date: 2008-02-24 07:33 pm (UTC)He gave every appearance of a man ready for bed, scrubbed and barefoot, clad in pajama bottoms and a thin brown silk dressing-gown. He ran a hand through loose, pomade-free hair.
"This is a surprise. Have you been sorted into Slytherin, then?"