Deanna was hard to miss, sitting as she was atop one of the food court tables. She was even more easily seen by the head of bright purple hair she sported, not to mention the horn, wings and a tail that was flipping like a cat's when it's irritated. She was keeping time on the back of the nearest chair with one of her converses, while she scanned the area with a superior look in her heavily made-up eyes, while a tattoo snaked around the right side of her face.

A nearby child pointed, staring, and after merely a glance, the mother hurried the little one away, followed by an amused snort from the demon-girl on the table. She had worn out jeans with pins all over them with various sayings such as, "Punk's not dead," "Do the world a favor - kick yourself in the a**," "biohazard," "Parental advisory," or even just a frowny face and a skull. She also had on a black tank top, and a jean jacket was tied around her waist, most of which seemed to be held together with safety pins.

She wasn't waiting for anyone in particular, nor waiting for anything in particular, either. She was just there, loitering, when she should be at school. Rime never knew she hadn't spent more than a few minutes there each day, and Alida had never told, that sickeningly sweet goody-two-shoes, though she did look on as Deanna left with a worried look each day. How that boring little bookworm could be a demon, the feisty unicorn would never know.