- Messages
- 204
- OOC First Name
- Zephie
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Looking)
- Wand
- Straight 18 Inch Flexible Pear Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 09/2050 (13)
Demi knew she’d been stuck more or less since she’d come here. It was only two months into her first year she’d had a problem with William and Eurydice, followed quickly by falling out with a number of other students in her class. Lilith was angry enough at her that her own cat had left her presents when she was away, Eoghan had practically begged her to back off and Tori had punched her twice. If it wasn’t her friendship with Lumos, Demi wouldn’t have anyone, but even now he was spending so much time with Jonah who seemed uncomfortable and fidgety whenever she was around too, that she had only really had a chance to talk to him during classes.
It wasn’t often that she sought council in her siblings, nor her parents for that matter, but given she literally had what felt like no one left in the school to talk to and Echo was at least aware of the threats of pulling her out of school, what other choice did she have when the Slytherin had offered her a chance to chat? It had been more helpful than Demi would have at first believed, and not only because her little sister decided to give her a make over. Fresh outfits and some spare make up, her sisters fashion was a strength that Demi hadn’t possessed for herself. Dressed in a dark red floor length dress, she’d decide to attend the Valentines Dance if not only to step outside her usual social circle, and start fresh with those that would find her presence welcoming. Helping herself to a glass of something sparkling, the brunette walked towards the edge of the decorated great hall, hair swaying down to her waist.
It wasn’t often that she sought council in her siblings, nor her parents for that matter, but given she literally had what felt like no one left in the school to talk to and Echo was at least aware of the threats of pulling her out of school, what other choice did she have when the Slytherin had offered her a chance to chat? It had been more helpful than Demi would have at first believed, and not only because her little sister decided to give her a make over. Fresh outfits and some spare make up, her sisters fashion was a strength that Demi hadn’t possessed for herself. Dressed in a dark red floor length dress, she’d decide to attend the Valentines Dance if not only to step outside her usual social circle, and start fresh with those that would find her presence welcoming. Helping herself to a glass of something sparkling, the brunette walked towards the edge of the decorated great hall, hair swaying down to her waist.