( GEOFFREY--YOU KNOW I MAKE YOU WANNA SCREAM )

[SEMELLA ECHO RIDDLE]

'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART

Gracefully exiting the small shop in which she'd been occupying herself Semella Riddle allowed one healed foot to rest against the wall behind her, bent at a perfect ninety degree angle while the rest of her body rested back as well, sensual as she always seemed to be. Her eyes continued to study her surrounding areas despite the relaxed position she found herself in. After an interesting run in with Albus Potter at Azkaban the youngest Riddle had found it almost a necessity to make her way out of London for awhile; choosing Spain as her destination simply because it was one she rarely visited. And with the whole apparition thing ... she wasn't quite sure why she hadn't come here more often. The sun was bright and the colors magnificent in her opinion, causing her to be more than satisfied with her choice.

It didn't take her long to reach into her bag for a slender stick of Fresh Daiquiri lip gloss, applying it to her lips with ease while she continued to search for a scape goat for her anger and or an entertainer of some sort. Semella was not one for boredom and would quickly resort to desperate measures, regardless of anyone's feelings as she did so. Slipping the make up item back into her bag Semella pushed off from the wall and began walking to her left down a well lit alleyway, her hips swaying side to side as they always did. Where was she to go this time?

It was surprising to see her dressed as she was; no hint of the powers she possessed nor the occupation which she adored. Being in charge of the Juvenile Corrections for young witches and wizards was the perfect job for Semella; perhaps because she not only could relate to such children, but also because she did not take any shit from anyone. If one of 'her kids' attempted to pull one over on her ... let's just say they never repeated the action. She may have appeared innocent, but the woman had skills not just with her wand but also with her wand; giving her the upper hand when dealing with arrogant adolescents.

Turning a corner Semella's instincts went on high alert instantly, her mind sensing someone familiar nearing the area in which she was. Glancing around discreetly as she walked she attempted to figure who it might be that had found her in Spain on her day off; hoping that it wasn't anyone who would down her rather pleasant mood. A rarity for the twenty one year old to say the least. Nearing a small deli she walked in, ordering a drink, and as she waited her senses never slowed or weakened in any way. Just as swiftly as she had turned the previous corner she turned around, her mind missing a beat as she felt her drink spill down her front and the chuckle of a man. Perhaps you can inform me as how this is funny. She fumed before stepping from the sight of any muggle and wiping her dress dry with her wand, her eyes turning to mere slits as she recognize the perpetrator.

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The wide, welcoming streets of Spain’s brilliant cities was one of the last places Geoffrey had expected to find a fellow Death Eater. The Mediterranean breezes and warm sunshine seemed to clash with the image that had enveloped them throughout history, and suffice to say, Geoffrey saw many play into those misinformed stereotypes more often than break away from them. Yet here he was and there she went, disappearing through the brightly painted door of the deli that almost perfectly matched the color of that lovely dress she was wearing. On the door it was a rather glaring color, but on Semella... Well, Geoffrey would be foolish to say the daughter of the Dark Lord did look quite stunning—beautiful dress or witches robes.

Geoffrey finished his coffee and left a tip, having already paid when ordering, and folded up his newspaper. He was on his feet and crossing the cobblestone boulevard when she exited the little building. By the way she carried herself, there was no doubt that his star gazing had not gone unnoticed. She was alert and aware of everything around her, sounds like the chit chat between Spanish women and shouts of children losing themselves in the wake of her power to muddle through the meaningless. She was truly someone to be admired.

He followed at a distance, waiting for the perfect moment, but it was lost when she quickly took a corner then spun back around only to meet him almost head on. The drink she had purchased spilled down the front of her dress and Geoffrey could not, for the life of him, suppress the small chuckle that rose in his through and could easily be heard in the close proximity. Semella obviously did not find it as funny as he. She slipped out of the site of the muggles who were close enough to witness such a travesty, and Geoffrey followed, making sure to block the view as much as he could.

Arms folded over his chest, he waited for her the look up at him. Her eyes narrowed irritably in recognition, and he felt that childish joy that came with being remembered as a nuisance. ”Hmm. Let’s see, uhm, watching the great and powerful, not to mention always put together, Semella Riddle spill something all down her front... Who wouldn’t find that funny?” Geoffrey asked with a cheeky smirk. ”It’s a shame I was the only one to bear witness to it, though.”

[SEMELLA ECHO RIDDLE]

'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART

Pointing her wand at the now half empty cup she possessed, Semella murmered a few things allowing it to float while she examined her clothing. Making sure that there was no visible proof that she had just covered half her being in a warm beverage. Raising a brow at Geoffrey she shook her head, not quite understanding why on earth it was funny to watch someone as she pour a drink down herself. Though, her sense of humor was not quite on this day; the heat sticking to her skin and the shrill voices of muggles irritating her as she attempted to find something more interesting to do than walk the streets of Spain that she knew far better than anyone was aware. It may have been humorous for you, but had anyone else seen there would not have been laughter afterwards. She snarked back, grasping her slender fingers around the drink once more and tugging it from the air, her other hand hiding her wand once more before brushing a few stray strands of hair from her dazzling, yet annoyed, green eyes. Leaning her body against the stone wall to her side, her eyebrow once again raised at the familiar Geoffrey Stebbins.

So tell me Mister Stebbins, have you been following me long? Or did you magically sense my presence? Her voice was taunting, but simple at the very least. Their teasing had reached cruel heights in Hogwarts and even lately. Though they'd never hexed one another. Their words were their weapons against one another ... and Semella Riddle, it seemed, was the only woman that could match Geoffrey's cruel sense of humor or crude way of speaking. Other women would have been shocked had he spoken to them the way he would speak to Semella. Though, Meissa would probably injure her younger sister upon hearing the way she could speak to this man. Thus, why they generally met in random alley's, hotels, whatever presented itself at the time. I am curious about how long you've been carrying on with the less than appealing Goyle girl. She stated slowly, sipping at her drink before allowing her head to tip to the side and rest on the wall; her hair slipping from her smooth and slender neck only to reveal that pesky X scar that would haunt her for eternity it seemed. In the back of her mind she remembered Emerson's eyes scanning it, though he was someone she forced away from her mind. He had been a trick of the light to say the least.

As far as she knew, Semella had known Geoffrey for years. Always bantering and cursing one another ... for whatever reasons they were unsure. Semella was arrogant, cruel, and calculated; Geoffrey was determined and cruel, etc. They had so much in common yet were so utterly different. Somehow, despite their house differences, they'd managed to cling to one another for that violent word battle that no one else could match. Blinking several times Semella sipped at her drink still, her eyes penetrating his; attempting to find the secrets she truly had no desire to know. It was simply a game to the both of them.

Please tell me you've brought me some sort of entertainment for laughing at my foolish accident. She stated coyly, smirking in his direction while the cup raised once more to her lips. Whatever it was about Geoffrey that kept him around, she couldn't say. He was handsome, successful, in the same line of life as she was, and had known her for years. Yet they'd never seemed to act upon their spark, the spark that Meissa was convinced was something more than just cruel words and foolish arguments. Reaching upward Semella pressed a slender finger at the corner of his lips and ran the fingertip from that side to the other, smirking all the while. Wipe that cheesy grin from your face you fool. Her words were playful at this point, though her eyes were still as harsh as ever.

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