Head over Heels (Ceciro)

Rachel walked along the cobble stone streets of Diagon Alley. She heard guys whistle at her and she giggled to herself. She was used to male attention, even the occasional female. She winked at the group of boys who seemed about 17 or 18, just out of Hogwarts. She needed something better to play with. Then, she found it. Well rather it found her. She turned the corner, and bumped right into the perfect play thing, knocking them both to the ground.

The Hogshead inn was his favorite here but as well as prowling the area. Sitting on a roof as his osprey form he looked around before swooping into an alley and turned into himself. Standing he stretched and walked out into the streets. He was looking for well something new to do. Soon he bumped into it. As he fell he caught himself and stood to looked down at a light brow haired woman. She was pretty.Kind of like the flowers his father had on the tower of his home at one point. What ever happened to that small manor?

Rachel looked up at the man he crashed into. "My apologies. Although, I am lucky to have crashed into something as cute as you." She winked and got to her feet as she brushed herself off. "I'm Rachel. Rachel Masters. And what would your name be, Handsome?" She cocked her head to the side and batted her eyelashes.

The male smiled and shook his head as his hands went into his pockets. Such smooth and soothing sweet voice. He looked her up and down with a secret well made glance. She was well made for a woman. Almost like a tantalizing demon. Her words, her name, her figured frame... matched her beautifully, "I am Ceciro Glyph. Or just Ceciro." he said with a smirk. His name was a given from his father. Or well... the family member who raised him. Curse the vampire who killed Spectre.

Rachel smiled and rested her hand on his shoulder, "Well, its lovely to meet you." She winked and leaned against him playfully. "Would you like to go do something, Dear Ceciro?" She leaned closer and whispered into his ear, "We could have some fun."