demon host

Here is a church and here is a steeple, Open the doors there are the people, And all their little hearts at ease For another week's disease. And eagle, eagle, talon, and scream. I never once left in between, I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents down my throat, in to the pit, with my h e a d upon the spit. Oh Reverend, please, can I chew your ear?. I've become what I most fear And I know there's no such thing as ghosts, But I have seen the demon host.

[lucazabini-blog]

samira:

samira bit back a grin at the feel of luca’s hand squeezing hers, an explosion of butterflies exploding in her stomach. it was odd, how quickly things had blossomed between herself and luca. the idea of intertwining fingers with any male, let alone one as attractive as luca, was blasphemous to the gryffindor just a week or so ago — and now, here she was, hand-in-hand with luca and not at all afraid of the way their fingers seemed to perfectly link with one another’s. a soft laugh akin to luca’s danced off of her lips at his very true statement regarding her head of house. she liked mcgonagall, but admittedly, the elder witch had been exceedingly strict this semester. blame it on the tragedies that seemed to follow the castle. ❛ i said your gesture was cute, not you, ❜ the blonde playfully huffed, squinting her eyes at him before shooting him a grin. she actually thought he was gorgeous, but that was neither here nor there. icy hues held ebony as samira absentmindedly gazed at him, quickly focusing her sight on the path ahead of them when she realized she was quite literally ogling at him. ❛ you could always get in trouble with me, then we’d have detention together, ❜ she joked halfheartedly, almost meaning what she’d suggested. ❛ but if you’re too scared to take on a forest excursion, we could travel to the waterfall. the walk there is a long one, but it’s nice all the while. ❜

“SCARED?” luca scoffed, licking his lips as they continued down the stone corridor. “M’not bloody scared.” he insisted, steering them in and out of the floods of students that were now making their way through the halls. “an’ about gettin’ in trouble wif ya, i’d really love that, truly, but m’not sure that i’m ready to have mcgonagall down m’throat for a monf.” with a shrug, the tall, caramel skinned boy gently pulled the petite blonde towards the direction of the path to the waterfall, a dopey smile on his face the longer their fingers remained intertwined. it was almost like an out-of-body experience for the slytherin, to watch himself be so delicate with another human being - another witch. “you look beautiful.” he said, finally breaking the silence between them. “i mean ya always do, but i thought i’d let ya know.” he muttered sheepishly, using his free hand to awkwardly rub the nape of his neck. “i don’ really know what t’say around ya, m’sorry. i know m’a bit...strange sometimes.”

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samira:

in actuality, samira had found luca’s nervousness during their date rather endearing. one would assume that a boy who had a fraction of luca’s attractiveness would conduct himself in a manner that would express that he’d been on a million and counting datess, but his inabilit to even speak clearly had somehow calmed samira’s own nerves. she was poised and quick on her feet during their date, though she was SCREAMING on the inside. she shot the other a shy smile, charmed by the simper that graced his perfect features. ❛ ‘ya ain’t lyin’ about that ol’ minerva’s had a broomstick shoved up her arse lately, ❜ sam chuckled, hesitantly intertwining her fingers with his. ❛ reckon it’s cute you were waitin’ for me, though .. i guess that an’ the promise of explorin’ makes up for me not visitin’ me all day in prison. an’ it’s good t’ finally see you too. ❜

IT was refreshing for luca that samira was such a departure from anyone else he had ever been on a date with. his mother had only ever set him up with snotty pureblood girls, and while luca was instantly attracted because of their blood status, all their conversations ended up being about themselves or their money, two things that luca didn’t particularly enjoy listening to. with samira, it had been different - despite his shyness on their date, he thought the conversation went rather well, and he was elated that she seemed happy to see him once again. when their fingers intertwined, he squeezed her hand gently, hoping to calm both his and her nerves. “she always has a broomstick up her arse.” he agreed, laughing softly as they walked. “ah, so y’think m’cute, do ya, sam??” luca teased, sticking his tongue out at her. “m’feeling like headin’ t’the forest, tho i don’t wanna get ya in more trouble - any other ideas of where t’explore?” 

[lucazabini-blog]

@paytonthegryff

LUCA looked up from the book he was reading in his dark corner of the library, his round glasses slipping down his nose. He frowned. He had never seen the girl before him, and he wasn’t in the mood to converse with anyone he knew, let alone someone he didn’t know. “Can I help ya?” he asked, pushing the glasses up to their rightful place. “Ya look as if ya’ve seen a ghost, and I know that no ghosts haunt the library...usually.” 

[cumshawtyy]

[lucazabini-blog]

samira:

day fourteen. samira was on day fourteen of her thirty day detention sentence, and while any normal student would be scowling after spending the entire day scrubbing already seamless desks, the gryffindor was elated the moment she stepped out of the classroom, and luca was to blame. samira beamed as she rushed up the hall, hastily skipping behind the only male she knew ( other than jay ) that was much taller than she was. ❛ so, you’re just gonna go the whole day without comin’ t’ see me ? harsh, zabini. an’ i thought we were actually gettin’ somewere progress wise after the other night .. silly me. ❜ / @lucazabini 

THREE days ago, luca had been on the most awkward date of his life. it wasn’t that the beautiful blonde was awkward, or that she did anything wrong, rather - luca felt more awkward than he ever had. he spent the night spilling water on himself, stuttering over basic sentences, and really, just making an ass out of himself. this is why, fast forward to now, luca was pacing in the gryffindor corridor ( a place he felt most uncomfortable ), waiting for the blonde to finish her day of scrubbing. last minute, he decided to bail, only to have samira pop up behind him. quickly, he spun around, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “first of all, s’good t’see ya, samira.” he said, a genuine smile spreading across his features. “i was actually waitin’ for ya to finish - i didn’t need t’come in, the las’ thing i need is the head of ya house breathin’ down m’neck.” luca stated, reaching his hand out to her. “care t’join me for some explorin’?” 

[now-at-punkwarren-deactivated20]

The wolf is a bit of a darker and mysterious soul, with the strength of a fighter. A person with this patronus has had a lot happen in their life, and do to that they wear a mask over their emotions. They do, however, have a very big heart that is full of both passion and fire. They have a lot of emotion within them that they are willing to give, but only once they completely trust you, and since they have been made cynical over the years this can be difficult. The most common house for a wolf patronus is Gryffindor, the most common signs are Taurus and Sagittarius. 

[lovedbyapollon]

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[lucazabini-blog]

aurelia:

Aurelia had been in the courtyard at the first sound of a booming crash. When a couple screams followed suit, she found herself stupidly running towards the sound of screaming, towards the lake. As she was barreled into by students shoving past her, her green eyes widened dramatically as she watched the water expand, pushing onto the grass and flooding towards her – F A S T. 

Finally coming to her senses, she turned on her heel, moving with the crowd towards the castle. Just as she was about to start climbing the stairs, a small yelp of distress caught her ear – and she turned to find two first years desperately pulling one of their friends out of the grasp of a horde of Grindylows. Cursing herself, she turned back down the stairs and yelled a jinx, causing the creatures to blast away. She hurried the children up the stairs, following them quickly as the water flooded around her feet.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t quick enough. She had just felt a single one on her ankle before she was yanked under, water quickly flooding past her head as she struggled with the Grindylows who were biting at her arms and legs and holding her underwater. Her wand had fallen on the stairs above water, and she felt helpless as she tried to pry them off. Just as her vision began to black out, a spell hit the Grindylows, causing them to fly backwards and away from her. She made a final push and broke the surface, gasping as she came face to face with whoever cast the spell. “Thanks.” She gasped, coughing up water.

Luca watched in both horror and mild amusement from a tower as the campus descended into chaos, the water and flood causing mass disruption in the daily lives of both Hogwarts students and teachers. He wasn’t sure he was going to do anything to help, as he was absolutely positive that no one really expected him to help in the first place. He preferred to make comments as opposed to extend a helping hand, and the day he helped a mudblood, well that was the day that his mother was sure to disown him and cut him off from all the money he was set to inherit, so the Slytherin was sure he was going to stay put.

It wasn’t until he saw the Malfoy girl running up the stairs towards him that he jumped into immediate action. “Aur-” His warning was to the redhead about the approaching Grindylow was cut short as he watched in mild astonishment as the water demon pulled the redhead into the flooding water. Cursing under his breath, Luca pulled out his onyx colored wand, motioning for the group of children she had been herding to stand back, and cast a jinx towards the demons - but not before one launched itself at his leg, biting down hard and into his bone. He groaned, doing a quick spell to stop the bleeding before rushing towards Aurelia. 

The pain in his left leg was immense, but he was already committed to this good deed. “Yeah, don’ fuckin’ mention it.” He grumbled, hoisting the girl up and out of the rising water, resting on his good leg. “Are ya okay? If you’re hurtin’ I can try and get ya to the infirmary, though I think s’pretty full...”

[lucazabini-blog]

“YEAH, n’it’s a bloody fuckin’ shame tha-” The Slytherin’s words were cut short when, out of nowhere, a wave knocked him over. As if in slow motion, Luca felt himself tumble down the stairs, further into the water. Something, he suspected a nasty Grindylow, bit him. Shoving it off him, Luca attempted to stand, only to be hit with another wave. Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he felt his body slam into the side of the castle, his leg snapping as it happened. Before losing consciousness, the tall boy was sure that he saw someone coming to help him, though, out of all the kids who needed help, he felt he was the least deserving of it. 

[lucazabini-blog]

sienna:

Of course— there was no hidden secret that Sienna disliked getting in trouble. Though it wasn’t quite disliking, it was more.. undesired attention. And so the forbidden corridor was certainly something the girl avoided to the best of her ability. “I could–..” Sienna stopped herself before her mouth got her in any further trouble. Arguing about how descrete she could be if she tried wasn’t exactly on her ‘to-do’ list. “What does it matter?”

LUCA watched the smaller girl carefully, eyeing her as she attempted to come up with some sort of reply to what he said. “Well, it matters for a lot of reasons. One because m’curious as to why anyone would really rather spend their time in a closet than at this school. Two, because of all the places you chose t’hide, you chose the slytherin corridor, and you’re a hufflepuff.” He mused, still stepping closer to the girl.

[lucazabini-blog]

cori:

of course the thought of giving her a moustache seemed entertaining for him, did she expect much else ( possibly why she even warned the male of it. ) what corina should’ve expected, honestly she questioned her mental stability at the lack of thought she had on it, was luca turning every strand of her hair into lime green. ‘ one point for originality. ’ she rolled her eyes, fingers passing through the ends of her hair as she stared in slight disgust. 

“IF you are so disgusted by the green, I should tell you that it really doesn’t look that bad.” He said earnestly, attempting to be a bit more friendly. “S’you’re turn now, m’gonna ask ya to give me a sick handlebar mustache, i can barely grown any facial hair, and i’m fikinking i’d like to see myself wif one, ya know?” Luca mused, rubbing his baby smooth face. “c’mon, cori, do it, give me some facial hair.” 

[lucazabini-blog]

cassandra:

“ Just keep telling yourself that. And maybe, just MAYBE it’ll come true. Though, I wouldn’t count on it, ” the raven-haired witch retorted. “ Yes, how fortunate of you to see me as I am, and what is that exactly ? Oh, right. A ‘blood traitor’. But then again, explaining the concept of neutrality is such a complicated matter when it comes to trying to get it through your THICK skull, it’s almost pointless. It’s like you’re alluding to the fact that you think my family is ashamed of me when they really could care less. And it’s not like I’m trying to push my beliefs onto you because believe me, I’d rather NOT. ”

“YOU’RE literally so annoying.” Luca sighed, rolling his eyes at the Hufflepuff’s comments before preparing to leave. “Listen - m’not gonna debate the status of whether or not you’re a blood traitor, you are. End of story, s’not my fault that you embrace the disgustin’ bein’s that are muggle borns..” He muttered, glaring at the witch before him. “Oh thank god, s’not like I want you pushin’ ANYTHING on me.” 

[lucazabini-blog]

samantha:

“I always thought he looked more like he’s about to be killed by one of us. No spine that one.”

“WELL, you’re definitely not wrong.” Luca agreed, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. “Any theories as to why he’s such a tosser? Fink he’s never been laid or somefin’ like that?” 

[lucazabini-blog]

lezekiel:

“And I SUPPOSE not having any friends isn’t really your style either?” Lezekiel replied disinterestedly. Not that he had a ton of friends– the thing was that he could if he wanted to. He took a small sip of the the martini that had arrived a moment prior to Luca’s. Zeke never ordered the same thing at the bar; he preferred to keep the employees on their toes. He preferred to keep e v e  r y o n e on their toes. “Sometimes, you have to lower yourself to the standards of the hoi polloi, ergo, not act like a soiled arse wipe, to achieve the means to an end. I say this as a fellow Slytherin, Zabini– for your own good and spiritual well being. It’s proper advice– and don’t make me regret bringing you in public.”

“YOU suppose incorrectly, not having friends is sort of m’style.” Luca replied bitterly, his attention turning towards the drink in front of him. “But s’not as if you’re prancin’ ‘round wif a bunch of blokes, now s’it?” The younger Slytherin shot back, taking a sip of the liquor that was sitting silently in the glass that was now in his hands. At Lezekiel’s words, Luca felt himself tense up, his knuckles growing white as they gripped the glass in an attempt to remain calm. “For fuck’s sake, Lestrange.” He hissed, turning to face him. “Please, stop acting like you’re doing me some BIG favor. Honestly, if you don’t want to hang out with me - just go. S’not as if my life will be any different without ya innit. Would I like to have a friend? Sure - but s’not like m’not already used to bein’ alone, so stop patronizing me. M’an entitled asshole, s’who I am. Take it or leave it, but I think ya need a friend too.” 

[lucazabini-blog]

lezekiel:

( &. @lucazabini )

“Martini. Gin, not vodka, obviously. Stirred for 10 seconds while glancing at an unopened bottle of fortified wine.“ Lezekiel’s eyes fell back on Luca after the bartender disappeared. “I absolutely LOATHE the Three Brooms. I never step foot in it unless I absolutely have to. Doubt you mind the change of scenery, though.” The wizard’s eyes drifted across the bar in no other than Golden Pines.

SILENTLY, Luca’s eyes followed the way that Lezekiel’s body moved as he spoke, curiously wondering how he managed to exude such confidence while remaining so...silent. The younger Slytherin rolled his eyes, and motioned to the bartender, who came over with his usual order of a simple glass of Pure Malt Whiskey. “I don’t know if you KNOW this or not, Lezekiel, but I have no need to set foot in the Three Brooms. S’not really my style.” 

[lucazabini-blog]

sienna;

The mention of the Professor almost sent shivers down Sienna’s spine. Truly, she hadn’t entirely realised just where her chosen hiding place had been, and was grateful that the person to catch her out had been the boy stood in front of her. “–.. I.. other places like where exactly?” She questioned, holding her head a little higher in order to attempt to converse with him.

“WELL, let’s see, there is the forbidden corridor on the third floor - but you risk getting into massive trouble, and something tells me that you’re not particularly keen on that.” The caramel skinned Slytherin mused, looking over the much smaller girl. “An’ of course, ya could steal the Marauder’s Map from Filch, but that requires skills of discretion I don’ think ya have.” Luca said flatly, taking a step towards her. “What...or who are you hiding from exactly?”  

[samanthaisms-blog1]

“I don’t understand why we have it.  At Ilvermorny we just learned from the half blood and muggle born students.  Better than listening to Quirrell drone on.”

[lucazabini-blog]

“GROSS, I wouldn’t want to learn their inferior magic, from them or from Quierrell. Quirrell is a massive wanker anyway. He looks like he’s always about to kill someone.”