Random Stupidity
by Ethra Esme
A/N: I realized JUST how off track the story had gotten.
Chapter Seven
The Dynamite Vapire Sex Hour
Addie McDuff's Superfun Un-Angsty Day
By
The Bored and Tired Author
Addie McDuff woke up in a pleasant mood. Besides the nagging fear in the back of her mind about whether or not her friend was alright, she was in high spirits.
She gelled her hair into a trendy faux- hawk, remarking on how well these wizarding beauty products performed. She applied some dark eyeliner and soft, purple-ish lipstick for a nice, mysterious effect that wasn't too over-the-top. She was lucky, because her house colours looked very good on her. Today she wore a long, black and yellow scarf, black tank top, black pleated miniskirt, yellow and black striped leggings and large black boots with the Hogwarts crest on the sides. Lastly, she slipped on her large black onyx ankh necklace.
"Cute. I'm like a goth bumble-bee."
And with that she struck out for the grounds. It was her first Saturday at Hogwarts (well, maybe) and she wanted to make the most of it.
As she was walking down the corridor, however, some movement from the shadows behind a large greek-type statue made her pause.
"Hello?" She said softly.
Out of the shadows stepped a tall, lanky man with long, soft black hair draping like a sheet halfway down his back. He had large, frosty blue eyes with long, black eyelashes, and his nearly white skin glowed surreally.
"Sorry if I scared you." He stated in a dark voice that sounded much older than his body looked (don't vampires always? Oh, wait...).
"You're a vampire?" Addie asked brightly.
"Damn author gave it away." The man sighed. "Yup. I'm your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The name is Lesmarakasha. But you can call me Bowie, all my friends do."
"Sweet." Addie stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Bowie's. He was draped in deep purple crushed velvet from head to toe. His robes had an abnormally high collar lined with black lace, and his sleeves were long, reaching halfway down his hands, with the same trimming as his collar.
"I'm nineteen." Addie purred.
"Really? I'm one hundred and twenty three." He told her as they walked off into the darkness of the castle's bowels.