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Post by James Potter on Feb 13, 2008 9:10:19 GMT -5
"Give me one good reason why I should" Was his snappy reply, "Cause right now, you don't seem like too good of company." Sure she was rich, and hell--she was d*mn SEXY! The hottest on the food chain! Yes food. If James wasn't upset, he'd figure this to be a game. Winning over the gril, swooning her until she couldn't help but lay down on that bed. Parts of him seemed nearly slytherin, and yes he thought of that. But he would always, always push that to the back of his mind, refusing to compare himself with something so dark. No matter how intriguing!
Arms folding together across the front of his chest, "I'm having a bit of difficulty in seeing any good in this situation," Despite how dark her aura was, and how heated things could get under some covers, her attitude was freaking disturbing! She always knew exactly what to say, and exactly how to say it. Even worse was she knew the very syllable, every little phrase that could get to him. So far all that came out of her mouth interested or enraged him.
James could tell by the calm in her eyes she was withholding information that he found himseld begging to know. He always kept the secrets, knowing about all the running gossip and having the news before the professors. He was always moving, always on top. And not knowing something, not having the every last detail of the situation was striking a very strong nerve! |
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Post by Desdemona Grey on Feb 14, 2008 20:59:42 GMT -5
James was finally starting to see the light of his current situation and he was starting to see exactly what stood before him. No one was here to protect him from the so called evils of the world and more importantly there wasn't any Harry or Ginny Potter to jerk their little boy back into line and to usher him on in their path. James was free to make a decision by himself at the moment and despite all the rules and moral lessons that his father might have tried to teach him, all of them would fall before Demona and her ways.
Demona remained silent for a moment, looking her new toy over, smiling to show her approval of the new found courage James had managed to muster forth. Sure, he had put on a good show so far, but now, he was being himself....or at least, he was beginning to release his true self. "The good?," she asked him, giving a very soft laugh, "What exactly is good, James? Is it all those lessons you learned back in school? Or maybe its what mummy and daddy have force fed you all these years?," she asked him, more rhetorically than anything. She took a step back from James, seeing that her time here was coming to an end. "Good....is what's right in your own eyes James," she added slowly, turning from her business for the evening.
"Outside of Hogsmeade," she said, stopping at the entrance of the room, "A mile west, down a dirt road you'll find a very large manor," she went on, glancing over her shoulder with a coy little smile, "Ten o'clock, tomorrow evening," she said, walking out the door and back into her own dark dealings.
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