He Does

Deborah is actually a little shocked when Daniel Radcliff rises from his seat with a surprised shrug. "Okay, why not."

Shaking a little, Deborah watches as Daniel Radcliff himself walks around the desk and kneels at her feet, his face only a few inches from her panties. "Your name is Deborah you say?"

"Hmm mm." Deborah says while biting her lip, a shiver running up her spine as she feels the sharpy begin to press into the top of her panties.

She closes her eyes as she feels the pen slowly move, listening to the whispers behind her, unable to pick out words, but very aware that people are looking at her pantie clad arse.