Demetria sat on her sofa, tapping her foot impatiently. Emma had told her she was coming over, but time had seemed to slow to a halt, and Demetria could have sworn that that had been ages ago. A click look at her shabby wall clock told her that only about fifteen minutes had passed, and that she was being ridiculous.
Demetria and Emma had become something of an item over the past week or so. It had started with a simple kiss, but it had very quickly become so much more. In a fit of drunken jealousy, Demetria had accosted Emma at the Malfoys’ masquerade ball, and they had ended up going to bed together, for a second time.
After the whirlwind of events and emotions she had experienced over the past week, Demetria was ready to slow down (something she almost never did). She wanted to talk to Emma--sober and clothed--and discuss what exactly they were doing together. Demetria was a Yaxley, and the Yaxleys did not allow others to take advantage of them. This case would be no different.
Finally, Demetria heard a knock on the door and she jumped out of her seat. She smoothed her hair back instinctively before approaching the door and opening it, a smile lighting up her face. “Well, hello there.”












