Revenge is best served {COLD} - Ginny

[Demi Jasperse]

DemiLocadoJasperse

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Ginny Weasley,
Meet me in the empty classroom on the ground floor. Theres something we need to discuss.
Demi Locado,

The neat hand writing in green ink only covered a tiny portion of the paper that he carefully folded now. Of course he'd heard about Ginny's alliance with Cedrella. The girl he'd more or less decided no one would mess with. Demi's confusing personality often took swings that not even he understood. But when someone messed with Cedrella, he planned to step in. And now that someone had.. he was drawing Ginny Weasley into it. The Slytherin rose, writing down the destination with a brisk flourish before he whistled. Lokato, the eagle owl instantly flew over to land on his arm. He'd had the beauty since his first year. Named after the Indian tribe that his mother's name was coined from.

The Eagle Owl's wings made a heavy beat as he launched it into the air, letter hanging from Lakota's beak. Demi glanced at the door with purple eyes, knowing that the only chance anyone but Ginny would be coming though was low. But no ever had, nor ever would state that paranoia wasn't a common trait in Slytherins. Not that he was the typical Slytherin. They were all known to be vengeful, but how many had on their second year taken the kind of revenge he had? Called a slut in front of half the school, anyone who hadn't seen it had certainly heard about it. Even not considering his virginity something special, he regretted losing it to that bastard. And everyone had known who it was when the third year woke up screaming.

Bed lit on fire in his sleep, and those glowing red words across his back. 'Slut'. He was just lucky that Demi hadn't known a permanent sticking charm for the occasion. But it had been on longer than Demi had been in detention. And clothes didn't hide it. The Slytherin smirked, viciously satisfied at the memory. No one had dared aim a insult at him for months. And if he had his way, Cedrella would receive the same treatment. Fearful respect. Purple eyes turned once more the door as he walked easily around to the front of the teacher's desk. Faint muscles rippled as he braced his hands against it and casually lifted himself backwards onto the surface. The indolent pose, lounging backwards and braced on his forearms flaunted his cocky Slytherin blood.

Demi was dressed in muggle clothes for the break, only his wand strapped to the inside of his wrist gave him away as a wizard. It was always a pleasure scandalizing the poor conservative witches and wizards with the skin tight jeans. The jewelry didn't help. With his diamond birthstone adorning one finger, his belly button piercing dangling clearly in view, the green hip piercing, the double conch piercing and finally the single nose piercing; he stuck out like a sore thumb anywhere. But Demi liked it that way. The Slytherin glanced at the door again, his violet eyes narrow. She should have gotten it by now.

We Only Want To Be Ourselves

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"Speaking Text"
495 :WORDCOUNT
Ginny Weasley :TAGGED
Not impressed :NOTES
Clickie :OUTFIT
Fallen Angels; Black Veil Brides :SONG

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[GINNY WEASLEY]

I WON’T BE DENIED BY YOU

THE ANIMAL INSIDE OF YOU

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] Ginny was tapping her quill very thoughtfully against the crest of her forehead, absentmindedly enjoying the way the feather tickled against her skin when all of a sudden an owl fluttered through the window. With a jump, Ginny upset her ink bottle and groaned as it splashed over her work and onto her skirt. “Scourigify,” she muttered, flicking her wand from its holster to clear up the mess. Satisfied her skirt was cleaned of ink (why did it have to be blue? Why?), Ginny cooed at the owl, rubbing its feather and coaxing the scrap of parchment it clutched out of its beak. “Evening Demi,” she said softly, hoping she wasn’t making the wrong gender assumption. She patted it once more before cracking open the window slightly more ajar, allowing the bird to fly back off into the night. Then Ginny unfolded the parchment and attempted to decipher the spiky green handwriting. Oh God, a Slytherin wanted a word with her. There was no way at all that that could be a good thing. Especially if it was a Slytherin in her year. Even if it was one she didn’t really despise and even kind of respected in a twisted, messed up kind of way. There was a moment of silent debate, then Ginny began to pack up her belongings back into her canvas satchel. She’d probably done enough work for today anyway and this was the first interesting thing that had happened to her all week. You’d think with delegates from foreign schools, champions, dragons and inter-house rivalry there wouldn’t be much to get bored with but in reality it was scarily easy. Ginny wasn’t ashamed to admit that a combination of her rash nature and curiousity led her to want to check this out. Still though, she mentally ran through a list of anyone she had ever seen Demi hanging out with to see if she’d pulled anything on them recently that he might want some kind of vengeance for. That was what he was infamous for, after all. She reached the classroom in pretty good time and slipped her wand out of its holster as a precaution before slipping into the room. “Demi?” She asked, whispering the incantation to light her wand. If this was some kind of set up and she was caught by Filch or somebody equally heinous… But no, there was the Slytherin boy… in muggle clothing? That was unusual for his house but then again, it did suit him. Ginny thought of her own attire with a wry smile… a tight cotton skirt and blouse with an old and baggy Weasley jumper thrown on in a hurry over the top weren’t exactly dress robes either. “Evening Demi,” she said carefully. “I got your note.” It was unnecessary, holding it up in her hand for him to see but regardless it made her feel better. words; 481tag; demi note; hiya template made by missickle

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[Demi Jasperse]

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We're Bored To Death In Heaven
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Demi glanced up as the door finally opened, and as if on cue Lakoto flew threw the still open window. The claws dug almost painfully into his shoulder as the bird landed, but the Slytherin's eyes were on Ginny. Her clear surprise at his attire got a wry smile. She wasn't so formal herself. "Glad to see that. I'm sure you were expecting some kind of trap-" Demi offered her a wry grin, like he understood her suspiscion before continuing. "-Almost didn't think you'd come. But lets get to the point." The Slytherin dropped down from the desk, striding 1cross the room with Lakoto a heavy weight on his slim shoulder. The tight jeans were anything but normal for most wizards, but to him the skin tight leather clinging to his thighs was perfect. And he certainly didn't object to the attention. "Its about Cedrella."

Demi continued walking as he dropped the brief clue as to why he'd asked her to come here. When he finally stopped, it was probably right inside her personal sp1ce. The one that applied to Slytherins. And possibly anyone wearing four piercings or more. Demi's purple eyes stayed on her as he leaned against one of the student desks, the chain att1ched to his ear cuff jangling quietly. Just like the gold skull glinted in the light from her wand. Demi was a sight for sore eyes. Had been ever since he discovered that perfect way to quietly rebel against the woman who had once tried to kill him before it led to their truce. A Slytherin who dressed like a muggle. And piercings weren't ex1ctly of a wizard origin either.

Demi crossed his arms, watching Ginny with unreadable eyes. Not offering any more information on why she was here. Just like he preferred not to even ask himself why he was bothering with defending Cedrella.

We Only Want To Be Ourselves

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"Speaking Text"
311 :WORDCOUNT
Ginny Weasley :TAGGED
Sorry it took so long. :NOTES
Clickie :OUTFIT
Fallen Angels; Bl1ck Veil Brides :SONG

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