Drakborough was dead that night, only the dim, flickering lights of the streetlamps alive, and those even seemed half dead. As time passed, there were a few sparse shapes around moved near where Ellesa was standing, proving not everyone had gone to sleep.
The vampire didn't look good. Small shadows cupped her blue-green eyes, a touch of crimson rimming her pupils. She was paler than usual, if that was possible, and she just looked miserable.
Food she was going to have to find, and soon. She hated this. Perhaps she could find someone....If only she had magic, then she could just bespell someone, make them forget. They'd have a funny bite mark, but they'd get over it. Real life was never like the stories, and Ellesa was no good at seduction.
The former Slytherin scowled into the night, lurking just out of pools of light from lamps. Someone came by, out of reach of illumination, and Ellesa started forwards. Hungry, she didn't quite manage the glide. A growl trickled from her lips, but Ellesa cut it off as she noted something.
This one was vaguely familiar. Elle tried not to eat people she'd known or knew now. The vampire stopped, just on the edge of the streetlight's pool, eyes narrowed, waiting for the figure to notice her.
Post by Phugsius Charadus on Oct 19, 2009 2:00:54 GMT -5
This was a really stressful night. The amount of work awaiting Phugsius back at the university was outstanding. Charms, Transfiguration, Dada, Muggle studies... He had serious work to do in all of them. His worst subject at the moment happened to be Muggle Studies, having no previous experience in that subject. He had sat on a projector thinking it was a wierd type of muggle seat for Merlins sake. In any case he was drowning in school work and needed a break.
Drakborough was the remedy for is newly developed workoholism. A quiet coffee shop on a brisk autumn night provided a pleasent atmosphere and a nice view. This also allowed him to practice using the element of fire on his coffee, trying to keep it at a steady temperature. Sweet French Vanilla flavor enticed his taste bud as he drank.
After finishing his coffee, Phugsius decided it was time to start heading back to the university to finish his studies. He began walking and looking into a shop window he saw an enchanted robe hanging in the window. The sign below it read:
Roaming Repression Robe- Perfect for sleep walkers and anyone who has tendencies to wander from beds.
It was at that moment the prefect felt an odd presence around him. His head turned toward the figure and a certain face which had been burned clearly in his memory came to the surface. His voice took on a dark, deep yet hushed, tone. "You..." His Emerald eyes narrowed at the sight of this girl. His wand was hastily drawn from it's place beneath his dragon-scale cloak and was aimed at her. "If you don't need anything, I suggest you move away from me now or I'll put you in your place vampire"
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