So you like the way I work? {Tom Riddle}

[Demi Jasperse]

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We're Bored To Death In Heaven
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Demi pointedly ignored the sluggish movement around him while he threw on his cloak. The disgusted eye roll making it clear what he thought about his year mates only just being awake. 'How the hell do you do it mate? It looks like you've been awake for hours.' Demi spared the yawning boy a glance, not even answering that yes he had been awake for hours. Studying and finishing the History of Magic essay. He turned on heel and strode out of the dorm with the knowledge that the boy had only started his. And it was due today. The Slytherin would always take pride in his knowledge of history, potions and transfiguration. Especially with lazy slugs like that idiot laying around.

Demi's footsteps made a quiet noise on the stairs while he made his way into the common room, not even glancing around at who else was up before he slipped out. His bright purple eyes were far more coherent than even the teachers' he could see slouching into the Great Hall. But he was an early riser at times. Though God have mercy on the soul of anyone who tries to wake him up other days. He had a reputation for hexing people in his sleep as well as when he was awake. But no one was risking stepping on his toes today. Not after the screaming last night. Demi tossed his hair over a slim shoulder, silently reviewing last night.

The spell to make the water boiling hot the moment the shower was turned on had been easy. Timing it so only that miserable bastard was caught under it had been harder. But still, for someone like him; easy. Demi made his way over to the Slytherin table, a few people already scattered across the tables. Another public display had put everyone on edge that night. After what happened to the first person who insulted him in public. But calling him a 'whore and son of a mudblood'? That had been a whole new level. No one had been surprised when the boy was put in the hospital wing with severe burns. But in the end, slaughtering his reputation had been the easiest part. That insult had only helped spread the rumors.

Put a whisper that the Slytherin was caught with a Muggle prostitute, in the right people's ears. And suddenly its all over the school. Jeremiah Graifer was a Muggle lover and a cheater. Of course it wasn't true. But his girlfriend had broken up with him that morning. Demi smirked, crossing his legs at the knee and began watching everyone. Yep. The tension was still there. People whispering, spreading the news further. Poor little Jeremiah would never walk down the halls again without disgusted stares. Just as he'd intended.

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467 :WORDCOUNT
Tom Riddle :TAGGED
Here you go. :NOTES
Hogwarts Robes :OUTFIT
Fallen Angels; Black Veil Brides :SONG

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[/color][/b]” Tom said softly to the other boy before he took a bite of his toast. His voice was non-accusing, so much so that it even seemed to offer Tom's admiration for the other boy's vehemence.

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_{STATUS: Finished
TAGGED: Demi
WORDS: 738
LYRICS: Lion King
ATTIRE: Hogwarts uniform
NOTES: Here
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

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[Demi Jasperse]

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Demi continued to eye the scattered students while he absently took the goblet that had appeared in front of him. Already full of the water he preferred over anything else. It was half way to his lips when he went rigid, silently cursing his current lack of awareness while his still apathetic, purple eyes flicked up to the student. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Anyone with an eye or half an ear had heard of this one. Demi raised an eyebrow, offering a slow smile to him. The expression was almost coy, something that couldn't be specifically placed. It wasn't friendly, but it wasn't malicious. "So are you the one who saved me from detention then?" His voice had that permanent edge of mischief, a playfulness that could be flat out terrifying at times. And his strange, purple eyes glittered with humor. "And good. Anything else and I would have worried that I hadn't done a good enough job."

There was nothing to indicate that he was speaking about badly injuring someone. Smooth, almost dryly amused. But that was Demi. Generally detached, and dangerous. The Slytherin glanced at Riddle again, taking a slow sip from the goblet before he set it back down. The focus in his eyes would unnerve most people, but somehow he doubted that Tom was subject to his tricks. No matter how charming, Demi knew a fellow manipulator when he saw one. Boy was as much of a snake as Slytherin's own symbol. "So Riddle, you like my work? Or were you just here to try and trap me into a debt?" His old habit of enunciating names only empathized the almost sensuous tone that pervaded every word. And Demi leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand while he watched Tom. The tiny diamond nose piercing glinted slightly.

Demi Jasperse rubbed everyone the wrong way. It was a fact that he didn't care about, half the time he enjoyed it. Loved watching anger spark in people's eyes, watch their control fray until they break. Could be described as sadism. But for Demi is was just fun and games. Playing with Tom Riddle? That was just a test. He wanted to see just what this boy was really like.

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Tom Riddle :TAGGED
Not good for muse today.. :NOTES
School uniform, all his piercings :OUTFIT
Fallen Angels; Black Veil Brides :SONG

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[/i].

Currently, only his innermost circle of companions – the Knights of Walpurgis – were privy to that new name, that title of greatness. But one day, everyone would know him by that name. And he'd be able to shed the memory of his filthy muggle father and his weak, pathetic mother. And he would achieve greatness, for he was great.

But he had time yet before that would be, although already many feared him, feared his wrath. Many of his Knights already were afraid to question him, and dared not speak against him for fear of retribution for it. But that was not a concern – what possible argument could they present against many of those ideas which he suggested anyway? His ideas, much like his entire being, was great.

“You have my admiration, I assure you.” Tom told the boy, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Tom sensed that the boy would be easy enough to manipulate if needed – for his need for vengeance would surely blind him if Tom used pawns in order to utilize the boy's temper. Yes, if Demi would not obey him, Tom could surely trick him into carrying out his will. But perhaps he wouldn't need to, for Tom could always offer the boy his own prey, although Tom did like to play with his food, he didn't mind sharing if it meant the boy's allegiance to him. He'd have to figure out whether or not Demi only enjoyed tormenting his own prey – his sadistic streak might exist only towards those who had wronged him, and he might not have any interest in those who had not. Tom would have to investigate the boy further in order to decide which it was.

“I find vehemence a rather positive quality, wouldn't you agree?” Tom said quietly, before taking a sip from a cup of tea that had appeared in front of him, his blue eyes fixed on the other boy. “Demi – may I call you that?” He'd heard that this particular boy's temper was most easily set off by calling him Demitri, his real name. Another thing the two boys shared – a hatred for their given names. “Your techniques are very inventive - I find that to be a very admirable quality.”

This boy had potential, Tom just needed to figure out how to work it to his advantage.

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TAGGED: Demi
WORDS: 639
LYRICS: Lion King
ATTIRE: Hogwarts uniform
NOTES: Here
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

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[Demi Jasperse]

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Demi shivered lightly at the praise, watching Riddle with mischief in his strange eyes. "Good.. my father you see, the filthy mudblood-" The Slytherin shivered in horror this time "- He hated me. All because of my mother. Because she was pure. So I had to learn.." Lie. Lie. Lie. The emotion in Demi's eyes was perfectly faked to match his story, hatred, pain. A look of someone with tortured memories. It was as much of a lie as the story he'd just told. Some people would call him crazy, lying to Tom Riddle of all people. But Pathological Lying was considered a mental illness wasn't it?

Demi blinked slowly at the mostly rhetorical question, acting it up to someone who was coming out of a shockwave of bad memories. Even made the grip on his cup seem right. The Slytherin could have been an actor. If he would only follow other people's stories, instead of just his own. And he smiled back at Riddle, adding the right touches to make his return to old emotions seem real. He missed nothing."Quite.. especially.. when your someone like me. I'm sure you've heard of my first accident." The way his tongue worked around certain words made him sound almost like a snake. And sensual in a way that would give any straight man the creeps. Another thing Demi took far to much pleasure in.

And then the next thing Riddle said made him grin. "If you'd called me anything else you would have found black scorpions in your trunk. Demetri... another thing my father gave me... I'm sure you understand." The look he gave him that perfectly faked imploring, once the also faked hatred for his father faded away, was just another one of his games. "Thank you-" Demi dropped a wink at the Slytherin, mischief once again sparkling in his eyes "- I'd say I learned from the best, but unfortunately, I only learned from myself."

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Tom Riddle :TAGGED
-Kicks muse for being worthless and Demi for flirting with a sociopath- :NOTES
Hogwarts Robes, piercings :OUTFIT
Fallen Angels; Black Veil Brides :SONG

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[/i] story. And Tom couldn't help feeling that this boy was mocking him, and Tom Riddle most certainly did not like to be mocked. He himself had grown up in a muggle orphanage with vile muggle scum milling around him daily. Cold fire burned in Tom's mind – he was sure that this boy was mocking him.

A more sympathetic person might have comforted the other boy, but Tom only watched. He did not feel things as other students did. He felt things, anger for one, but sympathy was one of the things that Tom Riddle was incapable of feeling. But he could feign it well enough to fool anyone. Not that he frequently did so. Instead, he liked to watch others, observe them and react accordingly. He was no fool, he did not let emotions spoil his judgement. And despite how convincing Demi's actions were, Tom couldn't help but feel his temper rising.

Perhaps if his poor little orphan boy story hadn't been pasted on the front cover of every newspaper from London to Berlin, he'd feel less aggravated by Demi's story, perhaps he'd even believe it. But the press had ruined things, and somehow found knowledge that Tom had tried to keep buried – especially in that his father was a muggle. Fortunately, they hadn't been able to connect the dots and give names to his parents – that would ruin everything, but he'd been unable to persuade Rita Skeeter otherwise. Give the people something to root for, she'd said, give them something inspirational, something that will give them something to hold on to. He despised that vile little witch. He'd managed to play her on everything else, except the story of his parents. And now she'd ruined everything. He was not someone who wanted to be pitied. Poor little orphan boy, that's what people saw him as now. But he'd show them. When he shed his filthy muggle father's name, people would fear him then. They would fear him so entirely, that the would not even dare to speak his name - Lord Voldemort.

Tom nodded, his blue eyes showing no emotion for the boy. “Of course. You're quite infamous for your little accidents.” When Demi gave his warning not to call him by his full given name, Demetri, Tom nodded once more. And when Demi gave his reasoning, Tom nearly twitched. This boy was mocking him, he was sure of it. But if he was trying to win sympathy by giving Tom a story he could relate to, Tom was not going to give it to him. Instead, his expression remained neutral.

Tom's voice was cool now as he responded to Demi's comment on his self-taught methods of vengeance. “Well if one seeks to be the best, why aspire to follow failures?”

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TAGGED: Demi
WORDS: 511
LYRICS: Lion King
ATTIRE: hogwarts uniform
NOTES: Sorry for taking so long to reply!
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

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