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Post by James Potter on Jan 16, 2008 23:27:00 GMT -5
James was taking his time. After waking up with a huge hangover, and knowing his father would be pissed for his actions and flaking yesterday--he decided to make himself 'camp' at the nearest inn. Thank MERLIN the Cauldron was always open and ready to help out a wizard in need.
Coming on in, he dished out the needed coins. In desperation giving out more then was required, "I need a room. For at least three nights." The owner looked at the boy curiously, and it took James a matter of frantic persuasion before the old man finally loosed enough and handed over some keys.
Sighing, "Thank you, sir." He turned towards the stairs, no bags or trunk in handy--but a thought crossed his mind. Making stop and glance back at the man, "Do you by chance have a bottle of vodka on hand?"
The old man stared blankly at the kid, and was about to give a firm NO. Infact, he did.
James was an emotional wreck right now. Not at all in his sane, charming mind. Hair all askew, clothes a bit ripped and ragged---he looked pale and he was very cold. He couldn't control his temper, or magic at times. But only because he was thrown way off balance, and decided a breather from the parents would do him some good.
BUT HE NEEDED THAT VODKA!
Thrusting another handful of coins onto the counter, James slammed both hands on the counter, voice raising, "Look old man, I'm sick 'n tired of games. This is triple the price for the bottle, I'm f*cking old enough to drink that, so give me the d*mn thing before I curse your ass!" Glaring at the man--seemed that the old owner might have a heart attack at any moment...just from the sheer fright.
Because right now James Potter looked anything but good. Nearly an aura of darkness, that was quickly blackening as moments passed.
The owner shakily handed over what was asked of him, not bothering with a thankyou, the Potter boy stormed up the stairs!
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Post by Desdemona Grey on Jan 17, 2008 19:49:06 GMT -5
The Leaky Cauldron was well known to witches and wizards all over London, however, not many of the more sophisticated ones chose to spend their time here. The clientele for this broken down gin joint consisted of rag tag refugees and those seeking some sort of temporary shelter which to crawl and hide underneath. No one here could really be trusted, after all, what self respecting person would even bother sinking down to this level of filth when there were so many other respectable taverns and inns about.
Desdemona Grey, fairly new to England, wasn't one whom you would find here on a regular basis, but dark and seedy establishments, along with back alley deals, wasn't anything new to her. Sure she was a pureblood of the highest standing and while one glance might bring about ideas of the Malfoys, with all their foppish garments and what not, Demona was both exactly like them and very different. While she took every step to make sure her appearance was perfect, Demona also did not care to get her hands dirty if need be.
A rather dark corner of the bar, candle extinguished so as to mask the intricate details of her face, held the esteemed Desdemona Grey. She was dressed in a long black dress with a plunging neck line which left very little to the imagination. Her hair was somewhat curled and left to hang loose about her shoulders, her eye shadow green to match her eyes and lipstick. Around her neck was a silver chain with a pendent in the shape of a snake wrapping itself around a rose. Her silver earrings, two serpents, dangled from her ears, glinting and showing themselves just slightly through her hair. Yes, a bit much for the Leaky Cauldron, but other matters were scheduled after business here was handled.
Demona's dark eyes lit up when her prey entered the bar, one James Potter, the son of Harry Potter. He resembled his father somewhat, especially more considering his tattered appearance. A rather smug look of displeasure curled Demona's lips into a frown as she looked the eldest Potter over. He looked as if he had picked a fight with a pack of wild dogs and lost, but a shrug of Demona's shoulders quickly pushed those feelings aside. She was here for a reason and as hard as it was, she couldn't let her personal feelings interfere.
James' little tantrum with the innkeeper did merit a smile from Demona. She liked to see that the boy had some potential in him and the hint of anger she saw him take out on the innkeeper showed that she would have plenty to work with. "I'll see you at the manor," she said to the barely visible figure sitting across from her, sliding from her seat and straightening her dress. She carefully and gracefully moved across the room, her green eyes watching James as he stomped off up the stairs.
Demona's petite hand found the dusty railing and steadied her as she slowly began her ascension up the stairs. The staircase wasn't exactly in the best shape, creaking as Demona climbed it. Of course, she normally would have made some rude comment to the owner about that, but her mind was on something else, the young man before her. "Its rude not to offer a lady a drink" she said smoothly, her voice almost lyrical as she neared James, her eyes darting from him to the bottle he held in his hand, a slight and soft smile on her face as she waited for his response.....if he had enough stones to turn and give her one that is.
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Post by James Potter on Jan 18, 2008 23:59:02 GMT -5
Fumbeling with the key in his hand, he was too pissed off to really keep himself under control .That was a problem occuring more 'n more lately. His temper rising to such a level where his thoughts and actions seemed almost dark. He was blowing up at his parents for the smallest things. And he nearly throttled Albus the other day---he tried to stop it, but look where its ended him? Coming back from a nasty hangover, and straight into another one in the coming morn.
"Dammit!" James hissed under his breath, dropping the key. Kneeling down to pick it up, he heard gentle pitter-patter--ones that could only be female. And then a soft voice, "Its rude not to offer a lady a drink."
Was she trying to flirt with him? What was possessing her to even come close to him? Let alone try this chatter? Did she not see his episode down stairs? Right now James wasn't exactly in his usual charming state of mind.
Giving off a scoffing, oh so short, laugh, he managed to grasp the key and stand, "Sorry, lady, but this is all for me. You need a drink you can go grap your ow---" Words instantly shut off as he finally turned his eyes towards the woman.
And what a WOMAN!
James wasn't thinking straight mind you. So his downstairs brain seemed to be kicking in a hell of a lot faster then his upstairs! She was sexy! d*mn F'n hot!
Without much realizing it, he began eyeing her. Eyes trailing from her thin waist, those delicious curves---but that deep cut in her dress, that showed off so much of her...
Gulping, James was sort of frozen. Strange right? Cause in such a circumstance he'd be throwin off so many cheap lines of charm and seduction they'd make her head spin. And no matter how CHEAP they seemed, with his Potter's smile they'd always work.
He was simply too exhausted, and way too dazzled.
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Post by Desdemona Grey on Jan 19, 2008 22:09:05 GMT -5
Demona watched James intently as he fumbled down on the ground, groping for his key, the bottle of vodka in his hand dangerously dangling between his fingers. He looked as if he was already on a drunk or if not drunk, close enough that it wouldn't take long for that vodka to do its intended job. She knew his kind, the prodigal son who thought he had such the rough life. Growing up in the shadow of his father, expected by everyone around him to grow up and fall right in line with the standards set by those before him. The kind of person who on the outside fought what he was supposed to become and ran in the opposite direction of the life which had been planned for him since birth. This of course only set well with Demona, as it made her job easier. The seeds of doubt were very small things, but among the strongest forces of nature. All it took was a bit of shaking in an already fragile mind to set that mind on a collision course with a brick wall.
Clasping her hands in front of her, letting them rest at stomach level, Demona watched James as he stood there, all slack jawed and wide eyed. Clearly he had never been in the presence of a lady such as Desdemona and to be honest, few had. Sure, he had seen the likes of prom queens and debutantes, but a lady....that was something which was almost extinct in this day and age. With all the girls running around in jeans and pony tails, all flipping about after the boys who looked more like girls than they did, Demona was a reminder of how things used to be in the day.
Demona watched as James' eyes drifted over her figure, letting a small sigh escape her lips as she allowed him this one small treat. Normally she would have rebuked him for acting like some cheap street urchin, but considering the circumstances and situation, she held her temper. "Do you make it a habit to not finish your sentences?," she asked him slowly so as he might understand her, seeing as how he seemed to be distracted by something, "As well as staring at a lady rather inappropriately?"
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Post by James Potter on Jan 20, 2008 22:49:38 GMT -5
As well as staring at a lady rather inappropriately?
It took just that simple phrase to shoot him out of the dazed oblivion and back into reality. His gaze when from her oh so wonderful chest--and to her eyes. Knowing he was supposedly trained to be more of a gentleman then this...these urges inside him were natural, usual---but never this strong.
Maybe he'd been having waay too much to drink, and all in a waay to short amount of time.
His eyes widened apologetically for only a moment 'n a half, before calming down to their usual size, "Oh, well--sh*t--" Hand pushing through his hair, as he nervously(quite embaressed truthfully) glanced around at the floor.
Looking up at her eventually, "Look, I'm sorry--you're just so..." He trailed off, taking a swift look at her, before pulling his eyes away from that, "...And...I'm not really thinking straight right now...so..." He let voice die off, trying to think up something to do. And quick.
"I'm just...um...I'll just go..." Clearing his throat, he jumbled the key, and thrusted it into the lock before opening the door. Giving a quick faint smile at the woman, "Glad to meet ya, sorry for the--staring...and, uh, goodbye..." He pushed right on into the room, hoping that WOMAN would simply just roll her eyes, scoff, and move on...
James simply gave a back wave on the door, hoping it would just close on its own--
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Post by Desdemona Grey on Jan 20, 2008 23:12:22 GMT -5
Demona remained quite as James stumbled and fumbled about with his words, trying to form some sort of apology. She arched an eyebrow as James gave her another once over, trying to make excuses for himself, but then she smiled as he just sort of gave up in some misguided hope that things would just fix themselves. This sort of backward stumbling made Demona rethink her prey. He did have some sort of charisma about him and while it was boyish, it did work. The Potter's were known for their so called charm and the odd little following they had was a powerful yet laughable example.
James' would be escape would not prove as fruitful as he would hope it would be, as was the indication from the sound of Demona's soft footsteps which followed him. She took her time, not wanting to seem to brunt or fast. Her small hand reached James' door just in time to keep it from closing, pushing it back open slowly. She tilted her head down playfully and watched James backside from upturned eyes. She licked her bottom lip and a mischievous smile crept across her face. "I'm afraid your going to have to find a better apology than that," she said, waltzing right into James' room. She didn't wait for his invite and to be honest if she did it would probably take him a month to get it all out.
She let her eyes look about as she walked the room, her hips swaying left and right almost rhythmically, like a snake. "How.....quaint," she said, looking to James now as she stopped beside what passed for a bed in this place. "I'm still waiting for an offer of a drink," she said nodding to the bottle James still held in his hand, her look full of confidence and something much more darker.
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Post by James Potter on Jan 20, 2008 23:26:19 GMT -5
When he heard her voice again--closer--he stopped, stood straight and turned. Only to take a stumbled step backwards as she was less then a couple feet away. Her comment about the bed was perfection--James noticed she was more of the fancy type. That dress of hers was just outstanding, and prooved it.
But she wasn't much for such uncomfortable means, that much was obvious. He noticed her confidence, and the reversed state of 'checking out'. And when she asked for a drink, one of James' sculpted brows arched.
Was she just going to keep following him until she got a sip? Ahw well, right? "Umm," He glanced down at the bottle, then up at her--she was absolutely gorgeous. Mysterious, and a strange aura about her that screamed danger. Just her tone, no matter how seductive 'n smooth had a twinge of darkness in it that was tempting, and yet pushing him away.
Taking a step closesr, still confused, but trying to take at least a bit of advantage of the situation at hand, he offered the bottle to her, "You're into Vodka?"
It was quite rare to find a woman of her--well--a woman like her, into strong, disgusting, and oh-so mind numbing drinks such as this.
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Post by Desdemona Grey on Jan 21, 2008 0:08:45 GMT -5
Demona found the closeness which James chose to pursue amusing, if he only knew the danger he danced with right now. Someone of her nature wasn't exactly the type you wanted to rub elbows with....or anything else with for that matter, but if James thought himself the big boy, then Demona would tighten the screws just a bit to see how sturdy he really was.
Her green eyes drifted down to the bottle of vodka he offered to her, only to drift back up to his. He was taller than her by far and most guys were, a small fact she often used to her advantage. The typical notion upon seeing such a petite and supposedly helpless female was to protect her and while Demona was far from needing protection, who was she to deny some poor misguided fool his wish? "I'm into all sorts of things sweetheart," she said smiling to him playfully, her tongue barely brushing across her lips as she kept her eyes locked onto James'. He seemed rather surprised to see that she drank, or at least that she drank vodka. True, it was a strong drink that most ladies wouldn't dare touch, but then again, there was a lot that Demona did that defied her appearance and upbringing.
Glancing to the small nightstand, Demona smiled and removed her wand from almost nowhere. Where she exactly kept it hidden wasn't clear, but from the way she produced it, indicated it was always quickly accessible. "Although I do prefer a glass to the bottle," she said as he waived her wand over the candle and clock which sat on the table, transfiguring them both into very ornate drinking glasses. Her eyes looked back to James and the way she refused to take the bottle was her way of indicating that he should pour, after all, it was the gentleman's job.
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Post by James Potter on Jan 22, 2008 9:02:50 GMT -5
A glass, eh? Seems she's not everything she's cracked up to be. Guess she still had a bit of her raised nature inside her--no matter how much vodka she was willing to down. Turning towards the the sculpted glass forms, he took a hesitated moment before going and snatching hold of them, "Alrighty then..." He hated drinking from a glass!
But if its what the lady wanted...
Handing her one, and keeping the other--he filled hers 3 quarters of the way, same with his. This type of thing was too slow, and was annoying him to no end. But hey...
Setting the bottle down on the nightstand, James slid himself onto the bed, and downed his amount in a matter of moments. It was strong, and went down hard--but it was the way he preferred. Taking a moment to speak again, he looked up at her, already beginning to fill up for a second round, "You got a name?" If he was having company, that was only proper. Knowing the girls name--
Even though most of the time he didn't.
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Post by Desdemona Grey on Jan 22, 2008 17:34:16 GMT -5
James didn't seem the sort for many educated manners and the look he gave when Demona transfigured the glasses was evident of that. No doubt he was just going to down the vodka straight from the bottle, typical for one of his nature but Demona really couldn't have that in her presence. If this had been anyone else, say another particular associate of Demona's, then she wouldn't have said anything, but James wasn't quite low enough on the totem pole to pull off the vagabond vagrant. While he wasn't pure blood and certainly not part of the social elite, he was still somewhat of a respected individual in the wizarding world. Like it or not, the name Potter was put up on a pedestal and no matter how much running James tried to do, he could never outrun his last name. Of course, if he wanted to escape the shadow, he did have an alternate choice. Instead of running, he could twist the image his last name carried with it.
Demona watched James as he poured them both a glass, filling them both three quarters of the way full. He might not have been trained in etiquette, but at least he did have some manners to him. Demona took her glass, holding it with her fingertips, smiling as she watched James down his in a second. Demona of course, threw hers back in one gulp, showing James that he wasn't dealing with just another pretty face here. She let his question hang out there in the silence of the room as she poured herself another drink, staring at the clear liquor in her glass before downing it again.
"Of course I have a name," she said with a smile, toying with James just a bit, giving him that playful look from the corner of her eye. "Is that your way of asking for it?," she asked him, turning around to face him again. She let one hand brush back and forth across the top of the nightstand while she toyed with her empty glass with the other. She slid the cool crystal back and forth across the bare skin of her chest, smiling at James while she waited for him to answer her. He had this sort of cute look about him and while Demona was beyond that, it was a refreshing change of pace. The sorts of individuals she dealt with were too ragged and while James seemed to lack the stones for anything too harsh, his pretty boy face pleased Demona.....just a bit.
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Post by James Potter on Jan 22, 2008 23:58:16 GMT -5
She was definitely not what could be expected. The same pace he had--maybe even quicker. What was different was the factor that she still held that same elegance, no matter how she downed her drink, or what other skills she may possess...something that caught James' interest. Took a bit to do that, mostly if the girl looked good--and had a sense of humor he'd go for her.
James always knew he could get better--and in a way, somebody hoped for that. But he was simply to young to focus on setteling down, so he took the easy 'n fast--not to mention most pleasurable--approach. Flirt, shag, ditch! Of course, in the most gentleman like way he could. That way he could make himself different from those vile snakes!
Of course I have a name, Is that your way of asking for it?
She was good--James would give her that. Not easy either--a challenge would always be his favorite. But for some reason he just couldn't picture actually getting laid by someone of such an elite. Eh, he could have some fun though right? After all, she had been the one to come lookin for him. She started it all. She had to be after something...
Giving the all to famous James Potter grin, managing to swip up some of the charm, even out from under all that ragged and grime apparrell, "You're lucky," Setting the bottle back on the stand, "I usually skip the introductions." Winking at her.
However, despite the charming appearance--something about all of this hit a wrong spot--just didn't feel...right---but then again, a lot of the things James had been doing recently seemed to conjure up the exact same threat. [/size][/font]
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Post by Desdemona Grey on Jan 23, 2008 16:38:57 GMT -5
Spending just the few moment with James Potter and Demona was beginning to understand why he was hiding out in a rat hole such as the Leaky Cauldron. Sure he had that charming innocent face like his father, but his attitude showed the real Potter underneath. From what Demona had pieced together about Harry, he was your typical bleeding heart, but James...well...he lacked that quality. Usually something like this happens, especially when you've never had a want for anything in your life, just like James. He was a Potter and seeing as what his old man had accomplished, even by pure blind luck, he was always going to have the sweet life. Every upstanding witch and wizard idolized the Potters, something which Demona would put to very good use.
"You're lucky, I usually skip the introductions."
"Mmmm, I see," Demona replied to James' arrogant statement, her smile fading just a bit. She flicked her wand out to her side and then pulled it slowly behind her, the chair in the corner of the room sliding across the floor quickly and stopping behind her. Demona put her hands on the arm of the chair and sat down slowly, crossing one leg over the other, allowing the soft fabric of her dress to fall to one side, revealing the fair flesh it once hid. "Hope you don't mind," she said smiling once again, her green eyes holding fast on James, not letting him free from her grasp, "It's just that I'm new here....to England, and not to be disrespectful, but your the first.....well...let's just say your the first guy to catch my eye," she said, running her tongue across her bottom lip as she began to kick her foot slightly.
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Post by James Potter on Jan 28, 2008 11:10:23 GMT -5
Eyes flashed on down to her long, soft leg. He felt a twinge of arousal--but kept his upstairs brain in check. Trying to keep the charm, and the easy going. Watching her lick her lips was just doing something to him though--and he didn't quite understand what. Every move of hers was so slick 'n sly, and yet darkly graceful. In a way that sent chills down his spine. Not necessarily good ones either.
"New, eh?" Is that so?
A brow arched in a bit of surprise, but loving the idea of having a wondering 'tourist' if you will in his clutches. Already many lines swiped across his brain--quite a few that he just knew could work...another many that he knew would not. And for the first time in a while began struggling to find the right one to conjure.
However, just as he began to think of the best way to charm her--something clicked inside his head...it was weird, and nearly faded. A memory from long back that he couldn't quite place. When he was younger, nearly second year. He didn't understand why he was thinking of the past, but it was flooding his mind. Without permission either.
It was as if someone was pushing the realization back up front, knowing it needed to be known. And just as he caught glimpse of the flash backs, he remembered that fight. When death eaters had invaded their home--all those years ago...
Shaking his head, he blinked rapidly a few times. Trying to just clear his mind. That had nothing to do with the situation at hand! And was totally screwing up the picture. He didn't even known this woman's name, but something about her just started to feel---dark...
James stiffened. His father had been personally training him as an auror. The ability to sense a death eater, or evil when it was close by. Sure, James hadn't mastered it--skipped out now on practically every training...but he had enough in mind to feel suddenly disturbed.
That dull glow in his eyes began to sharpen--till his eyes were a vibrant, and to a point where it was nearly painful, color of blue. Who was this woman???
[ooc: This sucks majorly! But I wanted to post something!]
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Post by Desdemona Grey on Jan 28, 2008 20:47:57 GMT -5
Now Demona may have been quite the talented witch, having learned many dark and complicated spells, but she was still young. She was still dabbling in legilimency and occlumency and while she had a fair hand with both, she was still a novice in both departments. She knew if she wanted to look into James' mind, she would have to keep eye contact and still use her wand, however, that option wasn't the right way to go. With practice, she would be able to penetrate any mind she wished, but for now, she would just have to rely on more intimate ways.
James was a young man of talent, that was a given, but if he expected to intimidate Demona in any way, then he had a long way to go. She could tell he was getting a bit suspicious of her and rightly so. Demona was a lady like no other and certainly one that James Potter had never seen the likes of. She smiled coyly and let herself swim in James' blue eyes, her foot still kicking back and forth slowly. She was playing a dangerous game, after all, if James was schooled in legilimency, then she was an open book right now, but judging by his attitude and personality, James wasn't the sort for studying any subject too hard. No, James seemed the type who was a jack of all trades but master of none.
"Desdemona," she finally said with a sweet yet seductive smile, "but if you wish, you can call me Demona," she went on, introducing herself in an attempt to ease James' paranoia, "Now what about you handsome? What's your name?," she asked him, as she lowered her chin just a bit, continuing to watch James through up turned eyes.
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Post by James Potter on Jan 28, 2008 21:22:35 GMT -5
Desdemona? He'd heard that name before.
Maybe it was as if there was a flip of a switch. Instead of flirting back, he began to become more cautious. Sure, there was rebelion racing through his veins, but he would always be Harry Potter's son. He had been raised to an extent where it was just first nature to watch out for evil. And stay away from it--and of course he did. But lately, he'd been shying away from the Good rules. Heading closer towards that line, the one that clearly bound the laws between Right and Wrong. Good and Evil.
"James..." No last name. As he became aware of her--and these floating edges zooming throughout his head. What was it about her that suddenly had him on edge? She was sexy enough, swift enough--elegant enough. A woman of her stature and elite shouldn't really be that much trouble right...
Then again, it usually ended up that it was always women of such fierce beauty that held the knife. The dagger. The power if it be so. He knew his father's past, his grandfather's past---Maybe this wasn't the right woman to charm tonight...
Giving off, a hopefully charming and sad, smile, "Demona, it's been lovely meeting you..." Pressing his hands to his knees, he pushed up to his feet, "But I actually have a lot of stuff to do tonight..." James rarely had anything to do. But he hoped she'd take the bait and leave. All of this was wrong. And James knew it.
He didn't know why...just did.
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