Post by DESDEMONA ROSALIND VAISEY on May 6, 2014 5:59:48 GMT -8
Being Desdemona Vaisey was a breeze - it was an absolute breeze most of the time. Signing autographs, hugging adoring fans in the streets of Diagon Alley, playing her part like the dutiful Vaisey child that her sister could never be? All of it had its perks - but perhaps the most interesting of her perks lay in her secondary occupation. She headed recruitment affairs for the Dark Lord - or at least, that was what Orpheus told her her job title was. (Desdemona had never had a way with words, in fact, there was very little that she knew about her job apart from what other people told her) From her understanding, she just sealed the deal. Someone else planted the seeds and she made sure that they grew into devil’s snare. Took them out to dinner, played with their emotions, told them what fun it could be being a part of something bigger than themselves and then took them straight to the dark lord themselves so they could be marked and processed into the ranks.
“Frost Frost Frost-” His name felt like candy on her lips - the prodigal Hufflepuff child these days. She remembered a time when it would have been the Vaisey name that was at the top of the Hogwarts hierarchy. But damn Atlanta had decided that her time was better spent elsewhere - namely with a half-blood. They weren’t handing out names, but rumor had it that her little sister had been fraternizing with the enemy, “Frost.” She said it again as she twirled some of her dark hair around her finger as she took a deep breath. Just another dinner meeting - just another name to go down in the books as another one of her conquests. Frost was her target and she knew that he would be here - after all, an invitation from Puddlemere United’s Center Chaser didn’t go unnoticed.
There was a smirk on her lips as she pressed her fingertips to the window in Diagon Alley, staring at the brooms that were inside the Quidditch Supply Shop. Perhaps she would endorsed the Nimbus 1990 this year instead of her typical Cleansweep pick - that was sure to get her front page headlines, right? That was when she saw him in the reflection of the window - she recognized him from a few pictures that she had seen, “Frost!” She spun around, a brilliantly fake smile plastered across her lips as she folded her arms across her chest.
“I had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to stay away, Jacen Frost!” Stepping down onto the sidewalk, the brunette moved her hand to her hair, twisting more of the tendrils around her fingertips as she moved toward him.tag; JACEN RILEY FROSTnotes; hi ;]