No, I do not own Harry Potter...
Tranquility
Home...
Home to Desiray was a stone architecture hidden within 200 acres of immense pine forest. The wooden sidings always fresh with the scent of wet bark and stone walls polished and bright with the latest rain fall. White marble columns of her own design supported the numerous balconies carved with a Greek style that had long been lost to the ages of Calvary's and swords.
She remembered spending day after day, slaving away on every small detail only to trash multiple trails when it didn't match the vision in her head perfectly. The double doors and wood sidings were made out of a dark walnut lumber, carefully engraved with protective runes that were both luxuriously designed and dangerous when activated. Stained glass windows set securely in place were charmed in a way that no eye could see to the other side.
Not that Desiray needed to peek through to know what lay on the other side of her own home. When the woman opened the doors, she knew her eyes would meet the centered stairs that led up to the second floor, white gold chandeliers contrasting nicely against the earthy colors of the interior decorating.
Desiray headed up the stairs with fingers trailing on the ebony railings until she reached the next floor and continued down the long hallway. A deep breath in and her nose caught the fresh scent of waxed floors and whoever's meal was currently steaming on the kitchen stove.
It smelled Cajun and zesty.
Before Desiray reached the last door at the end of the hall, it she opened it to reveal Lord Ramiel himself, sitting on his sold golden throne of success and ambition. A structure built with the blood and sweat of the men he conquered while being hand fed the purest of fruits from the wives he stole.
Well...not really, because who in their right mind would want to sit on a stone pedestal all day?
He sat behind a mahogany desk full of documents and paperwork, looking a bit too comfortable in the office chair he reclined in. One leg lay on top of the other in the male version of crossing ones legs. The position was rather precarious, almost as if he would lose balance at any second with the wheels sliding out in a crash of embarrassment. Something that never happened much to Desiray's disappointment.
There was one woman with him, not a war veterans stolen wife, but she did lean over him; dropping small fruits in his open mouth. She marveled over his fangs and giggled whenever he snapped a fruit from her hand.
Her friends would be jealous if they even had the capacity to believe such a thing.
He whispered something low and seductive in Italian before turning his attention to Desiray who stood patiently by the door; arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.
The woman startled at her silent appearance, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she hurried to leave, apologizing on the way out.
Humans... Desiray rolled her eyes, "Who's the broad?"
"Allegra ." Ramiel answered, drawing out each syllable as if tasting the name. "A foreign exchange student; she wasn't expecting such a language barrier here, so I offered some...guidance."
"Guidance to your bed I'm guessing.", Desiray conjured a chair for herself, crossing her legs and lounging heavily, "with a quick pit stop to her neck line."
"It's a good day when both can be acquired in the same breath taking moments. I remember when it used to be much more difficult. A delicate procedure that easily spooked guarded townsfolk."
Desiray made a face, "It kind of takes away from the challenge don't you think?"
"Only you..." Ramiel dismissed and rolled his eyes before leaning even farther back in his chair, "I wasn't expecting you back so soon. I would have made arrangements."
"I know that tone. Don't tell me you remodeled my bedroom again."
He grinned, "There may, or may not be a spa in there now."
The woman scoffed , "Father, we have a whole hot spring under the house and you decide to put a spa in my room."
Ramiel ran a hand through his hair, "You wouldn't be complaining if I turned it into a bar now would you? And we have 8 of those."
"Damon's the alcoholic not me, Father." Desiray grabbed a handful of chocolates that she had been eyeing on Ramiel's desk, "Speaking of that idiot, where is my brother?"
"Speaking with the Zehrer Nach and his faction, he should be back soon. So how has Hogwarts been?"
Desiray frowned, "Boring...very boring. I've had more fun in limbo."
"I thought you enjoyed Dumbledore's conversation."
"Yes, but that can only go so far." She paused as the taste of sweet chocolate dominated her taste buds, "There's no one to talk to there. Their all so...young and lazy. Teaching is a joke."
"Look who's talking." He scoffed.
Desiray shrugged.
Ramiel stretched, a few misused joints cracking back into place, "So what do you need from me?"
"I can't just be here to visit?" Desiray questioned and tossed another chocolate into her mouth.
"You're always wanting something, Desiray."
The woman barked out a single, sarcastic laugh, "Oh really? Because last time I checked, I didn't ask to get placed in this hell hole the wizards call a school."
The man chuckled deeply, "Ok you may have me there, but I'm still not convinced."
"Fine fine. I was planning to take some things from personal storage. I need the blood for the Stasis Elixir."
"Already?" He asked with a slight hint of concern in his voice.
Desiray shrugged, "Not really, but I thought it would be smarter to show the wizard now instead of...you know, murdering everybody, being subdued and then having this thing forced down my throat", she gesture to the cross at her neck.
"Very true, " He agreed, "I see you learned something already. I'm honestly surprised."
Desiray rolled her eyes, " I'm not used to stalling out on my hunger this much. I might drop a few pounds if I'm not careful. Of course Hogsmead is an option, but suspicions always rise from close locations." She leaned back with a sigh, "You put me in quiet the predicament Ramiel. if only I had a donor... hmm."
She could narrow the candidate down to three; one if a certain professor was on the bargaining table.
"No donors in the school daughter, especially none of those carrying the dark mark. You know how that effects your mentality.", he must have read her mind...
Desiray tensed, "Who's to say constant close proximity isn't worse than tasting it. Besides, you're the one courting women in the midst of war."
"Of course I am. That's what Kings do. You should probably sate your urges before leaving. Allegra shouldn't take much convincing, she finds our world fascinating."
At that moment the door swung open, knocking sharply against its hinges and the woman twitched.
"Twin! I thought that was your hideous voice clogging the hallway." Damon's tenor voice sounded from the door.
Desiray groaned as she already knew what was coming next. The man crossed the room in a few long legged strides and yanked her up, throwing his arms around her in an uncomfortable bear hug.
As if a bear hug was ever comfortable...
When Damon finally pulled away, he had a grimace on his face, "Hey I know you came home because you miss me and all, but Sis you smell like all kinds warding magic. You know I hate that stuff."
Desiray rolled her eyes, "I'll take note of it. If only to keep you at a distance."
The twin ignored her to turn attention to their Father, "Yo, Ramiel. I see you turned Desiray's room into a spa. I would have gone with a bar myself, buuuut..." He shrugged, "To each his own."
The elder man chuckled, "Good morning to you as well, Son."
Desiray crossed her arms, deciding not to reclaim her seat, "He did it so he could seduce females."
"Oh in that case I agree completely." Damon grinned, "it's been a long time since we've had a sexy party."
"Halloween will be coming up soon..." Desiray considered distractedly.
"Shit!" Damon swore, "Oktoberfest! How did I forget that? I'll have to make plans... and then a Halloween party here. No costumes no entry."
Damon continued speaking under his breath, saying something about Reinheitsgebot, naked girls and ecstasy. It was enough to keep her from questioning his thought process.
"Wait a minute." Damon added, eyes quickly taking in his sisters current apparel. Boring black dress pants with a purple silk shirt casually un-tucked and..., "Is that my coat?"
Desiray tensed, "If I said 'no' would that detour you?"
Damon glared at his sister, "Of course not. You have your own."
"But I like yours better."
Ramiel watched the two argue with a raised eyebrow.
It usually came to this. The two would pretend to loath each other's company, forget why they came here in the first place and then proceed to raid his kitchen.
Either before or after causing too much damn noise in the surrounding wilderness, but Ramiel wasn't going to complain.
He needed a break anyways.
-TFP-
AN - I have been hopelessly addicted to Dragon Age Inquisition...
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Yeah...