be your everything [deja]

[NERO ELODIE THOMAS]

i could be good

Gazing into the mirror, Nero examined her reflection with a critical eye. Her hair fell down past her shoulders in loose waves, and the ridiculous green bow that someone had stuck onto her looked less ridiculous now. Silver wasn’t her color, but the slinky, almost reflective dress she had squeezed into looked pretty good, even to her standards. Being sleeveless and extremely short, it was not the most appropriate attire for mid-December, but the cool air did nothing but to amp up her nerves. She looked good, she supposed, but she wasn’t enough in the party mood to be proud of her looks. Hopefully that would change after a few swigs of firewhisky, or even better, Muggle liquor. Sighing, she fluffed her hair one last time before turning and strutting as convincingly as she could out of the sixth year dormitory, and into the common room, which was pulsating with bodies and lights and loud music.

She knew had been particularly mopey lately, but it wasn’t really her fault. Her mother had left her father for some mysterious man, and Nero hadn’t heard from either of them since that original note. She had written out numerous replies, but each one found itself in the quietly burning flames of the Slytherin common room. Her friends, however superficial they were, can noticed her lowered spirits, and when candy and gossip didn’t seem to cure her ills, they pulled out all the strings, and decided to throw this party. She was happy, in a sense, but only because her friends, who seemed to make a sport out of putting her down, went through the trouble to organize something for her. Then again, this was as good an excuse as any to loosen up before classes were officially over. Walking cautiously in her sky-high heels that were all but forced onto her foot, Nero glanced around the room, hoping that she could find someone to talk to quietly in a corner.

She thought that she caught sight of Bella Zabini, and she tried to slink back into the shadows. They had talked at the astronomy tower a couple weeks back, and Bella admitted to murdering a Gryffindor with the help of a werewolf. At the time, Nero was too in awe of Bella’s popularity and hesitant charm for it to sink in. But now... Christ, the girl had killed someone! Torn the life away! Maybe she was being melodramatic but Nero knew that it wasn’t a good thing to do. Even Slytherins, who were saddled with the reputation of being the dark house of Hogwarts, weren’t killers. At least, Nero didn’t want to think so. It didn’t help her sleep at night, the possibility that she could be killed in her sleep my someone that she had trusted, and knew. Shivering slightly, she wobbled over to the punch bowl, trying to make eye contact with as few people as possible.

The punch was a deep red, and Nero felt her stomach lurch. All she wanted to do was head back into the dorms, take off these godforsaken shoes, and sleep. Cautiously swirling the ladle around the murky liquid, she contemplated the consequences of ditching a party supposedly thrown for her. On one hand, she wouldn’t have to pretend to be a slut and gyrate against slimy people. On the other hand, her friends would think she was a lightweight, and loser, and they would probably drop her. And she just wanted to make people happy, and she just wanted to do what they wanted her to do. She scooped up the punch, pouring it with a slightly shaking hand into a crystal glass - Slytherins knew how and when to keep it classy - and took a sip. It was foul.

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unless you want to be bad

[DEJA EVALINE HARPER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Of course Deja would be a part of the party that was swinging tonight, she was usually the one ladled with illegal contraband. It had felt like ages since her last party, time having flown past her in the blink of an eye what with classes drawing nearer to a close. She was relieved, fortunately, for she was to be graduating once the year was done. She wasn't precisely sure what she wanted to do with her life, but she was steering towards working as an Unspeakable in the Ministry. She couldn't deny her love for mystery and the secrets that Unspeakables held was more than alluring. She couldn't wait to sink her teeth into it, though she hoped she wouldn't bite off more than she could chew. She was confident in herself, however, and knew that no matter what, she'd always find a way out of trouble. She was apt at talking her way out of confrontational situations and it helped that she was a Slytherin for she was more slippery of a snake than most. Her striking green eyes met those of her reflection's as she gazed at herself in the long mirror before her. Luckily no one else was occupying the room so she could act as critical and OCD with her make-up as she chose, though whether someone was there or not wasn't really an issue. She figured she was the most non-caring of Slytherins here when it came to how she presented herself for she did dabble in Muggle artifacts here and there; smoking cigarettes, finding ways to get Muggle liquor, etc. It seemed the only time her fellow peers didn't judge her was when she was able to provide the goodies for parties, otherwise she was like a black sheep to them. She didn't mind, considering she'd be free of them shortly and besides, of her seven years here, she hadn't given a rat's ass of what people thought of her. A smirk wrapped around her lips as she fixed her eyeliner, making sure the line was perfect as she drew it onto her lid. Her eyeshadow was a smoky hue of grey and black as was her bottom eyeliner. She decided to wear her hair down, small waves framing her face, her dark purple dress enhancing her curves. Once she decided she looked decent enough, she grabbed her bag which held her essentials; cigarettes, wand, liquor, what have you and made her way towards the door. She exited her dorm and let her feet lead her down the staircase, her black heels clicking against the concrete as her hand trailed delicately down the railing. Eventually, she reached the common room to find that the party was already in full swing as a smirk cracked at the edges of her lips once more. Pulling out a cigarette, she sparked it up with the tip of her wand and inhaled, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. As she opened her eyes, she was met by the sight of a fellow Slytherin, though she was a year below her, dressed in a slinky silver dress as a green bow adorned her head. She had seen the girl before while in passing but hadn't ever spoken a word to her, not that that was anything too surprising. Deja went out of her way to avoid talking to her peers finding them all much too mundane for her taste. She grabbed one of the bottles of Muggle liquors she had stashed in her bag and uncapped it, throwing her head back as she took a swig. The bitter taste seared down her throat and a grin met her features at the familiar sensation. Her eyes locked onto Nero, watching her scoop up some punch and pour into her glass. Her smirk deepened as she took another swig before making her way towards her, a sensual sway to her hips as she took another drag of her cigarette. It didn't take her long before she finally reached the girl who looked so alone Deja just had to gift her with company. Waiting until she was done taking a sip, the brunette poured some of her liquor into the punch, figuring the more alcohol, the better. Besides, her peers had no idea how to mix a good drink even if their lives depended on it. She had heard the party was supposedly for Nero anyway so she should get the best of the best when it came to liquor. Once she was done pouring a good amount in, Deja drew her hand back and took another swig, licking her lips and taking another drag. She always smoked when she drank for it helped the bitter taste escape her taste buds faster, a good trick to know unless you were a straight Pureblood who hated Muggle objects. words; 807 outfit; here notes; <3

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[NERO ELODIE THOMAS]

i could be sex

Resorting herself to taking long drags of the disgusting punch, Nero scanned the dark, crowded room for any small corner she could curl up in. She had never wished that she had paid attention in class more than this moment: a Disillusionment Charm would be extremely handy while trying to hide from her own class. The cheap, weak alcohol in the drink was starting to take affect, or she convinced herself it was, and she resolved to be the party girl that her friends wanted her to be. She didn’t want to disappoint them. None of them understood what it was like to have two parents who she thought loved each other suddenly split: most of their parents were forced into arranged marriages, and were rarely thought of as a set. They already didn’t believe in love, and Nero had been forced to come to that conclusion as well, and it was pretty damn hard. She caught glimpses of sweating faces and snippets of yelled conversation, and instead of enticing Nero, it just made her stomach churn. She had to make herself be an enthusiastic member of the throng of bodies.

Before she could set her cup down and find someone to grind up against, she spotted Deja Harper, slinking in her direction. Turning her head so fast it cricked her neck, Nero looked behind herself to see who the older Slytherin might possibly be approaching. Deja was a mystery in the sense that everyone admired her, but she didn’t seem to care about anyone. Nero wondered who couldn’t be in awe of her, with her dark hair and her large, almond-shaped green eyes, and her badassery and her perfect face. But no matter how hard anyone tried, no one got close to her. Actually, she had heard rumors about a certain fifth year Hufflepuff that Deja liked, although she didn’t believe it. Deja was cool, but more importantly, she was cold, and it was hard for Nero to imagine her taking fancy to anyone, especially a Hufflepuff.

It took a few seconds for Nero to realize that the girl was actually walking towards her, and she smiled sheepishly, feeling her face heat up. God, Deja was going to think she was such a loser, hanging out by the punch bowl and generally acting like her brain was infested this Nargles. It took all of Nero’s willpower to not blatantly stare at the older girls’ hips. She reminded herself that this was her party, and this was a normal thing to do at parties. But Deja had never talked to her before and she was sure that the next thing to come out of her mouth wouldn’t be words, but vomit. In fact, Deja was so cool that she eschewed greetings all together, and simply poured clear liquor into the punch, and Nero wondered if it would look weird if she took a ladle of the improved version. She was drinking and smoking at the same time, and Nero could only stutter, “Uhm, hey.

[/color]” Right after the words left her lips, she wished that the music had drowned them out. She took a few small, side to side steps in her painfully tall heels. She had always considered herself rather savvy when it came to interacting with people, able to decode their motivations, but she felt as awkward as hell.

Waiting until Deja had removed the cigarette from her lips, Nero tentatively asked, “Can I have a sip?[/color]” gesturing to the bottle of liquor. Again, she wanted to hit herself. She had just opened herself up to the rejection of Deja, and now she was in a very subordinate position. Surely the girl, most frequently called a bitch, wouldn’t be merciful towards someone she had seniority over, even if she had approached her first. Nero nervously wondered what she wanted, the pit of her stomach fluttering with anxiety, and she compulsively adjusted her bow. Remembering what her uncle said about the calming effects of smoking, she discretely breathed in some of the smoke spiralling off Deja’s cigarette. She fought back a cough. She really was all over the place today.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

unless you want to hold hands

[DEJA EVALINE HARPER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more This party was more alive than she realized as she had made her way down from her dorm. She could practically feel the vibration of everyone's bodies as they grinded against each other, the music pumping. How glad she was that they lived in a magical common room that they could charm to be sound proof, how handy that came in when Prefects strolled by. It also helped that Slytherins were very clever and put up multiple charms just in case anyone caught on, plus they changed their meeting spots every time. This was unlike the normal parties Deja attended, so used to everyone already being wasted by this point in time. Her eyes flicked around the room and found that only a couple people were drunk and a sigh escaped her. This was definitely different from her normal parties, but she guessed she couldn't expect much considering the host was a year younger than her and not too hard of a partier from the looks of her. Deja did find it a bit odd that the girl was standing near the punch bowl, but assumed she had given up her nice girl act for the night and was actually going to join in on the fun. She had seen this girl a couple times here and there, though mostly in passing, and she would've spoken to her had she not been disgusted by the presence of her friends. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced towards her objects of aversion before another swig passed her lips. Nero did everything they told her to and she could only assume this party was one of them. The girl looked completely out of place and not nearly drunk enough to be around people like this. Deja had learned long ago that if you were going to hang out with a crowd like this, you needed a lot of liquor just to remain sane. It wasn't so bad at the other parties, but this one in particular needed a heavy dose of illegal contraband. A smirk wrapped around her lips as she saw her fellow Slytherin whip her head backwards to see who she was walking towards before turning a deep shade of red at realizing it was her. Deja remained as elusive as ever, still not saying anything to the girl before her as she took another swig, her gaze now shifting back to Nero. Now that she was closer, the older Slytherin could practically feel the anxiety washing off of the girl in waves. She wanted nothing to do with this place or the people around her; Deja wanted to change that. Though she couldn't help but agree that these lot weren't the best of 'em as her eyes scanned the room. Her focus fell back onto Nero as she heard her small voice greet her, her expression betraying the embarassment she felt, her form shifting from side to side while she moved in her painfully tall heels. She glanced towards the younger Slytherin's shoes before an eyebrow raised and her eyes found Nero's once more, a smirk forming as a bemused expression painted itself across her features and she shook her head. She knew Nero couldn't possibly be comfortable in an attire such as that, those shoes looked downright torturous. However, she didn't care much if the girl chose to keep them on, Nero's loss, not her's. She shrugged to herself before bringing the bottle to her lips once more, tilting her head back and swallowing a decent amount. A voice interrupted her thoughts and she came crashing back to reality to find Nero asking her for a sip. Her smirk deepened as their eyes made contact and, much to her own surprise, handed the girl the bottle. "Drink up, it's going to be a bumpy ride," She warned facetiously, ashing her cigarette out in Nero's weak drink before taking it from her and tossing it in the trash, sending a wink in Nero's direction as she drew her hand back. "You won't be needing that," She drawled as she rummaged for another cigarette in her purse before sparking it up and inhaling. Tonight would be a fun night, she could practically feel it. On these types of nights, she was always in a much better mood, though she blamed it entirely on the alcohol; she knew that was the only way she was able to deal with people such as this. Taking a drag, she brought her attention back to Nero, regarding her for a moment. In all but a minute, Deja was on the dance floor, her form swaying sensually to the music. She wasn't sure if Nero had any attraction to her, but she was getting vibes that she did. It was all in good fun, besides the girl needed to loosen up and what better way to do that then spend a night with her. A smirk cracked at the corners of her lips as her eyes found Nero's and she gestured towards her with one, beckoning finger before taking a drag, hoping the girl would be focused enough to remember to bring the bottle with her. words; 866 outfit; here notes; <3

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[NERO ELODIE THOMAS]

i could be sex

She couldn’t help but notice Deja’s glance at her feet, and her subsequent smirk. These shoes on her friends were sexy and daring, but on her, she just looked like she was playing dress-up. She could feel her feet blistering, and swelling, and she knew that walking around tomorrow was going to be painful. Tomorrow. She didn’t want to think of it. Tomorrow would be a day of sleeping until three, something Nero hated, and girls talking in hushed tones, palms over their ears. And the next day would be the fabled Awkward Monday, where boys and girls that “had relations” would have to talk to each other and everyone would know why. She hated it, she hated all of it. One night of drunkenness and riotous excursions was manageable, but when it was rehashed and relived, it was unbearable. She would, in fact, much rather be doing Transfiguration homework, and she was getting a T in that class. It was an easier, more understandable sort of torture, preferable to this confusing ballet injected with hormones.

She bent down to loosen the tight black straps, feeling that the short dress exposed to much thigh, and mentally berated herself for being such a prude. She wished that she could be a skank sometimes, able to hook up with a guy without a fierce pep talk. But this little exposure would be fine, right? It was only Deja, a fellow girl. Actually, Nero thought that she had heard some talk about Deja being into girls also, but she wasn’t sure that she quite believed it. It wasn’t that she was homophobic, quite the opposite actually, sometimes she wished she was a lesbian. It was just that it was just the sort of malicious rumor spread by her friends that were markedly less kind. Probably meant to discredit Deja in people’s eyes. Standing back up with a sigh of relief, she examined the older girl, her beautiful green eyes, her curly dark hair. Just the sort of person that Nero wished she had the courage to be friends with. But then again, lots of people did. It would probably be mean to say that Deja didn’t have any friends, as well as inaccurate. Deja didn’t seem to want any friends.

Gratefully taking the bottle, Nero pressed its head to her lips and kicked her head back. It burned harshly in her throat, but it was a good feeling, almost numbing. She swore she felt the effects immediately, even though she knew that wasn’t really possible. Still, she was a small girl, and her tolerance was very low. A dreamy smile spread across her face, and she took another swig, wiping a drop that slid down the corner of her mouth. “Thank you. You’re a life-saver.

[/color]” She let her punch be taken from her hand, smiling up at the older girl. All anxiety about being rejected was promptly forgotten. She felt blessed, as if the sun had warmed her face, and just hers, after a particularly stormy week. She felt much more relaxed, and the smoke of Deja’s cigarette didn’t bother her. Maybe she could enjoy this after all. Staggering slightly to follow Deja on the dance floor, she glanced around, hoping that no one would notice. Or that everyone would notice. She wasn’t really sure.

She watched the sensual sway of the older girl’s hips and experimentally moved her own. It wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be, the pounding music and the frothing crowd and the fiery drink lowered her inhibitions. She wanted to touch and be touched, but only by Deja. Passing the bottle back to her, she inched slightly closer, not quite confident enough to get any more intimate. She was straight, after all. Deja would have to take the lead from here, if it was going to go anywhere. Blushing, she admitted to herself that it would be preposterous if Deja took any liking at all to her. But hey, it was possible. And Nero just really didn’t want to deal with boys. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

unless you want to hold hands

[DEJA EVALINE HARPER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Her gaze remained steady as her lips parted for another visit from her cigarette, her lungs inhaling the sweet nicotine. The music blasted around her and she could feel everyone's bodies vibrating the dance floor. It brought a sense of familiarity to her frame and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, just breathing it in. She knew that she didn't really know anyone at this party, or rather, she knew them but didn't interact with them but who said that dictated whether she could crash a party or not? Her eyes scanned the sea of faces and a smirk struck her features as she saw that nobody was really excluded from this party anyway. Almost every Slytherin was here, well minus the ones below fifth year, and she nodded in her mind, satisfied with the amount. Deja could feel the alcohol taking effect as her hatred of people began fading and her vision remained focused on Nero. She still wasn't sure why she had come over here and she couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something interesting about Nero. Something that intrigued her. Her thoughts halted for a moment as the younger Slytherin bent down to loosen the straps of her heels, her dress hiking up to reveal a lot more thigh than she expected. Her smirk deepened as she took another swig from her bottle before bringing her gaze back to the show at hand. Her eyes travelled from Nero's ankle to about mid-thigh where the dress stopped, almost teasing her with its stance. Taking another drag, she remained nonchalant as she waited for Nero to finish. It wasn't long before the girl stood, breathing a sigh of relief before examining Deja as well. Her green eyes remained locked on her, daring her to be more forward. Daring her to strike a move. Knowing the girl would never have the guts, it was all but a losing battle. If she wanted anything to happen tonight, she knew she'd have to be the one to initiate it. Nero was too self-conscious, too afraid of the repercussions to even think about anything happening between them. Course, she might be around, but judging from her actions, Deja doubted the girl even knew she was into girls. Her smirk remained as Nero took the bottle from her graciously, tilting her head back and gulping down the fierce liquid. It burned much more than Firewhiskey did and if any of these chumps ever had the balls to try it, they'd realize it was much better than their magical liquor. Muggle liquor didn't lack in bitterness, which made it all the worse if you decided to drink too much and ended up throwing up into a garbage bin. The liquid would sear up your throat and leave you wishing you had never done it in the first place. Luckily, Deja had drank enough times to know what her limit was and she intended on making sure Nero didn't suffer any consequences either otherwise she'd have to be the one to help out. She did not want to spend the ending of her night holding back someone's hair as they vomitted, what an unattractive picture that would paint. A chuckle escaped as she watched a dreamy smile overcome Nero's features before she took another swig and wiped a drop that slid down the corner of her lip. She thanked her, calling her a lifesaver, but Deja merely nodded. The girl smiled up at her, not bothered when Deja took the drink from her hand and threw it out. As they went onto the dance floor, she couldn't help but notice that Nero was staggering slightly and a grin cracked against her features as she shook her head in amusement. This girl was definitely a lightweight if she was already staggering after two gulps of her fiery liquid. As she danced, the older Slytherin also noticed that Nero happened to be following her lead, experimenting swaying her hips. That wouldn't be all Deja was going to teach her tonight. She smirked as the girl passed her the bottle and inched a little closer towards her, though her face turned a crimson red moments later. This was going to be a challenge but the brunette was always up for a challenge. She took one more swig before capping the bottle and rolling it off the dance floor, too lazy and lost in the moment to really care about it since she had a couple more bottles in her dorm anyway. Deja remained inches from the girl as her arms wrapped around Nero's neck, her body swaying against her's. She brought her lips up towards Nero's ear and nipped at it lightly with her teeth, remaining there for a moment just breathing in her scent before she drawled, "I dare you." She pulled back and took another drag of her cigarette, her striking eyes meeting Nero's as a sly smile encompassed her features. This challenge wouldn't be as fun if the other girl didn't participate. Deja intended to open Nero's eyes, she wanted her to be brave and make a move, show some sign of reaction for this couldn't escalate unless she knew Nero wouldn't back out. words; 872 outfit; here notes; <3

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