Every now and then, Desdemona took her chances and would escape the suffocating environment of her parents' home where she was being taken care of and taught magic by her ( vile ) grandmother. The darkly clad redhead was eager to explore the outsides, to seek adventure despite her grandmother's great concerns about the outside world that did not have her supervision to watch her. But every time Desdemona made her way outside, wandered around and even dared to connect with people; dared to engage, everything seemed rather peaceful. The people she spoke to did not seem like a threat in the slightest, some of them even were mockingly pathetic with the way they behaved. Desdemona was a girl, though she preferred to call herself a woman already, of great circles especially where she was born; her native serbia, oh, how she missed it... back then, her loving parents were still alive and the tirrany of her grandmother was very light and did not dare to cross the borders and limits her parents obliged the woman with.
Despite doubting her grandmother's fears and presumption, she visited Obsidian Harbour where she knew her own kind would only be present; wizards and witches alike, doing their shopping or having a gathering talking about whatever came to their mind. The daily news, the things to come and perhaps the prospect of their children turning eleven soon and receiving their letter from Hogwarts New Zealand. Something she had too, but never was allowed.. merely watched her grandmother ignite the letter with one of the many curses she would teach her granddaughter as well.
Settling in an ice cream parlour, the redhead sat in the back; up against a wall, dressed in a dress that reached all the way to her chin and all the way down to equally jet black boots she was wearing. Her lips almost sharing the same colour as her hair, although only few shades brighter... highlighting them cherry red and leaving a few streaks of the shade onto the straw that had been tightly pressed between her plump lips. Eyes rolling through the store, observing the new customers as she took a few harsh sips from the chocolate milkshake that she had ordered a while ago. The ice melted; making her able to drink the sweet dessert.