Wizards and witches? A faint scowl tugged at Azazel's lips. She didn't care much for wizards and witches. They didn't provide for much even playing ground, really. Their wand waving and silly incantations just made it unfair. Zel had hated them for a long time, envying their magic and even going as far as stealing a wand from a seemingly forgetful 11 year old. The most she could get the wand to do was make sparks. Well, sparks as it threw her across the room with the force of an explosion, though it'd take the force of 1,000 manticores to get her to spill that tid-bit. After that rejection, the vampire had focused on honing the skillset she did have, which gave her far much more glee than some strip of wood. She remembered realizing how much she enjoyed being a vampire that she told herself to thank Ishmael the next time she saw him. Well....if he behaved himself, she would.
He had given her an answer - no, a game to play - and he hadn't even realized it. He always did have the urge to be so ostentatious and impressive. Business in the village. Knowing more about this new place than she did. Tuh! Nevertheless, Zel stood her ground and listened. She gave a snort of laughter. "Hogsmeade?" she repeated, her eyes flashing back to the village. "What, is it filled with nothing but pigs?" She gave a trill of a laugh at her own pun. Despite her amusement, it didn't escape her notice that Ishmael had said they were without their own magic.
As soon as his hand made contact with her wrist, her laughter stopped - almost as if someone had shut off a light - and her eyes narrowed dangerously as they went from her wrist to the man holding her still. And still she was. Only for a fraction of a second (in which she contemplated flattening Ishmael on his ass). "Okay," Azazel said, widening her eyes at him in an expression so extravagant it was too much for it to be considered a serious acceptance of the order he'd just doled out to her. She closed the space between them with ease, relishing the feel of her body bumping into his as she stepped (perhaps a little too forcefully) into him. "I won't kill them." She said it as casually as if she had just decided to not have any tea, thank you very much.
He had given her an answer - no, a game to play - and he hadn't even realized it. He always did have the urge to be so ostentatious and impressive. Business in the village. Knowing more about this new place than she did. Tuh! Nevertheless, Zel stood her ground and listened. She gave a snort of laughter. "Hogsmeade?" she repeated, her eyes flashing back to the village. "What, is it filled with nothing but pigs?" She gave a trill of a laugh at her own pun. Despite her amusement, it didn't escape her notice that Ishmael had said they were without their own magic.
As soon as his hand made contact with her wrist, her laughter stopped - almost as if someone had shut off a light - and her eyes narrowed dangerously as they went from her wrist to the man holding her still. And still she was. Only for a fraction of a second (in which she contemplated flattening Ishmael on his ass). "Okay," Azazel said, widening her eyes at him in an expression so extravagant it was too much for it to be considered a serious acceptance of the order he'd just doled out to her. She closed the space between them with ease, relishing the feel of her body bumping into his as she stepped (perhaps a little too forcefully) into him. "I won't kill them." She said it as casually as if she had just decided to not have any tea, thank you very much.