Well that hadn't gone quite as planned. On more than one occasion the blonde had taken to toying with random objects he found on the grounds of Hogwarts out of boredom, though never before had the action resulted in events like this. As soon as he had laid hands on the blue bat like object, appearance similar to that of the clubs used in Quidditch, Demyx hand found himself being pulled from where he stood, only to be thrown down on a stone paved floor a few seconds later.
The Slytherin had heard about portkeys before in class, and he was almost certain the object he had touched must have been one, though before that day he had never experienced what it was like to travel by portkey. Disorientated by the surprising event, Demyx blinked around him at the surrounding town, bathed in a light orange glow of early evening. Sure enough, Demyx was no longer at Hogwarts, and not even Hogsmeade. Pulling himself to his feet, Demyx blinked around him, trying to see if he could find someone to help, even if it was a muggle.