A/N I can't believe that there are 62 reviews for two chapters! Voting results at the bottom of this chapter. POLL IS CLOSED! (sorry it took so long to update, for reasons why, check out chapter 5 of Hands Down)
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"I'm Justin Finch-Fletchley." The boy said while holding out his hand.
"Daemon Blood." Daemon replied and shook Justin's hand.
"How'd you manage to get that name?" Justin asked.
"Me Da. Always the jokester, that one."
"So, how come you didn't come here earlier?"
"I never got my letter." Daemon had somehow switched his accent to a New Yorker one.
Justin furrowed his brow. "That's odd…"
"What is?" Daemon asked while discreetly running his hand above the food on his plate and water goblet.
"That you never got your letter; they're supposed to send them out to every witch and wizard in Great Britten." Justin elaborated.
"Oh, I'm sure it isn't for lack of trying." Daemon responded. "I'm betting they just couldn't find me."
"How come they couldn't find you?"
Daemon shrugged. "They didn't try hard enough."
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Daemon lay in his new bed in a black room with dark yellow stripes, listening to the snores of his roommates.
Never one to be big on sleep, Daemon stood from his bed and walked over to his heavily locked trunk.
He started rummaging through it and came across a small box with a picture of a male with violet hair.
He smirked before grabbing a pair of latex gloves and the box and walking into the adjoining bathroom.
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Daemon was fully aware of the people were staring at him as he walked into the great hall; however few were there at 6am.
He sat down at his table and waved his hand over the food in front of him. Finding nothing wrong with the food he piled some onto his plate before checking the coffee also finding nothing, so he grabbed a small bowl and poured the drink into it.
"It can't be healthy to drink that much coffee in one sitting." Justin stated as he sat next to Daemon.
"I don't think it is… Oh well!" He took a giant gulp of the caffeinated goodness, letting out a sigh as he brought the coffee bowl away from his lips.
Justin snorted. "Coffoholic."
"And damn proud of it." Daemon replied, finishing off his bowl before filling it up again.
"A second bowl?" Justin asked disbelievingly.
"Uh… Yeah." Daemon then dug into his plate of food as Justin shook his head bemusedly.
"What's with the purple hair?" Justin asked after finishing off his breakfast.
Daemon shrugged. "I was bored last night. I've had the dye in my trunk for about a year." He smirked. "Dad's gonna freakin' kill me when I go home with purple hair… I should dye it again before the holidays. Make it something worth getting him pissed over. What colour do ya think?"
"Pink?"
"Hot pink! That'd be awesome!" Daemon chewed his last bite of eggs happily, bobbing his head to an imaginary tune in his head.
By now just about all of the students were in the Great Hall so the head of houses started to hand out the timetables to their students.
Daemon looked at his and saw that he had Transfiguration first with the Gryffindors. Seeing as how class started in about half an hour, Daemon decided to go ahead and walk over.
"Comin' Justin?" He asked his companion, who nodded and stood up after him.
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Daemon was in a light doze during the Transfiguration lesson, much to the annoyance of Professor McGonagall, who had finally had enough. So she walked up to his desk and slammed her copy of the Transfiguration textbook on it.
Startled, Daemon looked up, along with the rest of the class, to see an extremely sour looking teacher.
He gave her a small smile. "What can I do ya for, ma'am?" His accent switching to a strong Southern United States one. McGonagall blinked.
"I would like to know why you do not find it necessary to pay attention in my class."
"Oh." Daemon looked relieved. "I learnt how to turn a hedgehog into a pin cushion when I was six…" He trailed off at the look on his professors face. "Professor?"
"Six?" She asked faintly before she straightened up her posture and stared at Daemon questioningly. "Care to show me?"
Daemon nodded and waved his wand over Justin's hedgehog (which he had yet to transfigure), and in a split second it turned into a perfect pin cushion. The room gasped as one.
Daemon raised an eyebrow in question.
"You did not say the incantation… We don't start silent casting until next year, Mr. Po-Blood." McGonagall stumbled over his name, still in a bit of shock herself.
Daemon shrugged the questioning off, not wanting to answer. Just then the bell rang, signaling the end of class and everyone went about packing up their books and notes.
"That was eventful." Justin said as he led Daemon to the Divination classroom.
"Very." Daemon was cursing himself inwardly for showing his strengths. His father was going to kill him when he found out. 'Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt me… I hope.'
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"That woman is a complete phony." Daemon stated as they walked away from the ladder that leads to the Divination classroom after said class was over.
"I've been saying that for years, but it's an easy course and ups your GPA." Justin replied as he moved his bag strap higher up on his shoulder.
Daemon shrugged. Grades didn't really matter to him. He only came to Hogwarts because he had nothing better to do. No one had called on him for a "job" and Nikki and Izzy were in school and after that whole taking-them-out-after-their-bedtime thing, their parents were very selective about when Daemon was to be with the girls, Godfather or no. Daemon sighed. 'Twas just an error in judgment on Daemon's part, but still, he missed his girls. Missed spoiling them, taking them for a treat after dinner, buying them kittens… Okay, that last one was a mistake, too. Daemon hung his head in memory of Sir Eisenhower and Dave; they lasted three months… Daemon was still not clear on what actually happened to them, but whatever it was; they're in a better place now. At least they still have Provolone, their Guinea Pig he'd given them after… it happened.
Daemon might not even be here next week. In fact, he knew he wouldn't, at least for a few days. They had arrived to the Great Hall for lunch and just as they sat down, a black raven flew over to him and held out its leg, with a note tied to it, after landing next to Daemon's plate.
Daemon took the note, ignoring the looks he was getting and opened it, reading its contents while absentmindedly patting the bird on the back. He nodded to himself as he finished the letter and put it in his book bag, coming back up with a piece of parchment and a muggle pen. He quickly wrote a reply, gave it to the raven, which took it in its beak, and watched as it flew off before grabbing a slice of bread.
"What was that about?" Justin asked after a moment of staring at where the raven had been.
"Just my… employer. He wants me to work next week." Daemon informed his companion around a bite of bread.
Justin wrinkled his nose before noticing Daemon's necklace. "That's wicked."
Daemon furrowed his brows before realizing what Justin was talking about. "It is, huh? Old family heirloom. Supposed to have a protection charm or some shit like that on it; but I just wear it 'cause it looks cool."
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A/N I know, bad place to end. Sorry, but… whatever. I really don't care right now. Review!
NO SLASH WINS! By a lot actually… Sorry to all who voted for slash… and Bi… Now I just need to pick a girl for him… VOTING TIME AGAIN! You guys pick a girl (No OCs) and the girl who is put in the most reviews will be Daemon's girlfriend at some point.