The Making of New Friends (Closed RP for the YED and Peter)
After a little setback, Paciscory had possessed a shiny new body, wreaked enough havoc in several towns to get out some of his aggression - well, now it was her aggression; she hadn't been female in fifty years, but she was liking it - and was now ready to return to Hogwarts and pick back up where she'd left off.
Which meant a little visit to one of the delightful little tents that had popped up around the grounds. Running her finger down a map, she found the name she needed and headed off in the correct direction, sweet little sundress that the lovely clerk had helped her pick out right before Paciscory had ripped her throat out brushing against her legs, sandals clacking along on the sidewalk, and her cardigan making the whole ensemble more wholesome than seductive.
And that was why Pac was the professional and Al still was working the crap summoning gig. You had to know your audience.
Arriving outside of Tent 31, the demon took a deep breath as if she could scent the soul waiting to be defiled within. Oh, Peter Petrelli. How she'd been longing to meet you. Expression one of sweet bafflement and innocence, eyes their completely human green, Paciscory knocked on the door of the tent. She'd waited until the nosy witch had headed out, off to substitute her own sense of self-worth with cheap thrills and a fist fight. The bint hadn't even recognized the demon, jerking a nod to her as Rachel had climbed into her car and taken off on a run.
Smoothing her hands in a nervous gesture down the sides of her dress, the demon waited.
Oh, this was going to be fun.