The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones]

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 6, 2013 14:19:54 GMT -8

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Horace had been remarkably industrious as of late, coordinating the inaugural Slug Club gathering for the term. He had interviewed several promising students, and finally narrowed the list down to an exclusive set of prestigious pupils. The festivities would began any moment, as soon as the esteemed guests and their plus ones began to trickle into his private quadrant. A few of the more trustworthy house elves from the kitchens had assisted Slughorn by decorating his venue and concocting hors d'oeuvre. The extravagant buffet was inhabited with a vast array of both savory delicacies and sweet treats, including a few of the Professors favorites- crystallized pineapple, salted hazelnut truffles, scrumptious cheeses, and the like. They had also ensured a healthy stock of wine filled the chilling station, along with non-alcoholic beverages, of course. The majority of the invited were, after all, seventeen- and at the very least, the underage would be appropriately moderated in their consumption. Such things were not considered as immoral in the wizarding community as they were in the realm of muggles, as long as the proper supervision was consistently present and responsible.

The decorum was both immaculate and lavish, softly lit by a cornucopia of tangerine tinted orbs floating throughout the spacious hall. Green draperies were scattered across the venue, an obvious representation of his own house in youth. The bar area, manned by a spirited house elf named Jolin, was located directly inside of the entry way, so his acquaintances would be welcomed with a fresh beverage of their choosing. The serving station followed suit, running parallel to the dining area. One long table highlighted the center of the room adorned with various and precisely located linens in the hues of the various houses- vibrant emerald and silver at the head, maroon and resplendent gold next, followed by an intense sapphire, and ending with a dazzling yellow. Each name was written in a beautiful and intricate calligraphy on manila place cards, coordinated and set upon the table for optimized conversation. Each tagged seat was followed by an empty setting, for those whom sought to invite guests to the affair. Horace would, of course, head the table- on his left, the Lestrange brothers, followed by the Black sisters, and so on. To his right, his most honored guests- the Alumni of Hogwarts, beginning with Mr.. Bailey and Mr.. Mortelle, followed closely by his son Joram, and leading directly into James Potter and his infamous group of companions. Horace had positioned his prized possession, an hourglass that depicted the liveliness of current dialogue, in front of his own chair.

In the rear quadrant, an empty clearing of hardwood floors was reserved for later in the evening, when the dancing and wandering mingles began to occur. The expanse was bordered by several plush sofas, adhering to a more informal standard of socialization. Horace stood at the bar area, observing the appearance of his magically enhanced chambers to assure it satisfied both his needs and desires. The succulent aroma of vanilla and warm brown sugars filled the atmosphere, a combination of scents commonly associated with both comfort and relaxation. Gentle, melodic notes strummed from a musician-less, charmed string quartet in the corner of the room, accentuating the environment with a sentiment of harmony and a touch class. He was pleasantly surprised by the wonderful work of the house elves- they had followed his instructions precisely, and as such party would assuredly be a splendid event! Turning once more to the bar, he made a request of the jovial elf, "Gin and Tonic, please, Jolin, with a splash of cranberry. If you could be so kind as to keep them coming, that would be positively marvelous!" The house elf scrambled to concoct the refreshment, enthusiastically replying. "Yes of course, Master Slughorn! It would be my pleasure!" The professor smiled deeply, instantly consuming a gratuitous swallow of the delectable beverage. Perfection. At last, he heard a sharp knock on the mahogany door, and made his way to welcome his expected guests.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 7, 2013 20:07:50 GMT -8

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Rabastan had been recovering in the Hospital Wing when the invitation had arrived, not surprised to be invited in the least, a smile came to his face as he read over the letter from Horace Slughorn himself, that was a few days ago. Now he stood in his dorm room fixing himself up in a suit that wouldn't hug too tightly across his ribs, Rabastan popped the collar and looked at himself in the mirror. This was it, a big night for him to say the least. Of course he asked Integra to be his plus one, she looked amazing on his hip, but he would also need her for mental and physical support. Rodolphus also mentioned that he had an invite as well and that made Rab smile internally. Sharing a night like this with people he adored would be the best thing in the world, but that wasn't all it was cut out to be.

Lately, he's been cutting the strings from his family and it was important for him to be an individual. There was the outburst in the Great Hall with all eyes on him. Surely he looked bad to all of the other pureblood families, but Lyra Lestrange had dug her own grave and it was only getting deeper. Arcadia, Integra's mother, was outed by his mother and that would most definitely set both Lyra and Phraxos on edge with the Echoes. His mother was beaten near death following his search to feel, and now here he was getting dressed for the Slug Club. It was an intense meeting of minds, or so he thought, but Rabastan was going to be on his best terms with everyone involved. Be they Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. Right now he didn't want enemies, he wanted friends, he wanted minions. Pureblooded or not. Rabastan Lestrange was ready to step up to the plate and be crowned King of Slytherin's, though not in the sense Rodolphus was.

A smile spread across his lips as he tied the tie around his neck, the buttons on his emerald green dress shirt were done all the way up to the last one, and the black tie that was placed made his eyes pop. Green and black, with square toed Oxfords in glossy black. Rabastan cleaned up well, especially after he had fixed his hair. It was difficult to reach with his left arm, careful to not reopen his wounds, but manageable. He wouldn't miss tonight even if he stomach was chruning and spilling out his intestines. Excitement came to him as he waited for Integra. Rabastan would not be late, infact he would hate himself if he were. There was the need to always be on-time, and especially to an event like this.

Holding out his arm to the lovely Ms. Echoes, Rabastan lead her through the hallways toward the event location, where he let the back of his hand connect with the thick mahogany. Surely Professor Slughorn would have expected no less from the younger Lestrange boy. "Evening Professor, I apologize if we're a bit too early. I don't know how long it's going to take me to get down these steps lately and I didn't want to miss the opening ceremony." Rabastan smiled and bowed his head toward the man. Missing lessons was something he rarely did, unless it was an emergency, but these past few days have been a living hell on all of them, not to mention Poppy wouldn't let him leave.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 7, 2013 20:09:35 GMT -8

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Of course he was going. A party? Joram had been on edge as of late, but things were starting to be put back together. That was a plus, everything was smooth rolling and it was all for the best. Granted he did look a little different and more like his father, there was nothing he could do about it. Joram was great with a charm or two here, but not exceptionally well at anything other than smuggling and selling. Sure he was extremely social and easy to talk to, but there was something more to the smooth talking Hufflepuff. He had nearly everyone filling his pocketbook. Standing in just boxers he rose and eyebrow as he stared at himself in the mirror thinking about getting a calendar or something. Joram Mortelle was a lot busier than he let and he was glad to keep it that way.

His clients didn't need to know each other, granted most of the Slytherin population bought directly from him due to the forest fire of rumors and words. Not only did he sell, but he pleased. Normally he didn't charge for the later, but lately he was really contemplating it, especially with a body like his. The next question came to his mind and he pulled open a drawer in his dresser. What to wear? The event was a Black Tie affair and Joram didn't really have anything that would work properly, maybe he could steal a suit jacket from his dorm mate. 'Nah, that will be too big.' . Opening his wardrobe, Joram scanned over the numerous amounts of clothing. Finding a pair of new, solid black jeans, he took in a breath. This was really all he had right now, hopefully it would be good enough.

Stick like legs found their way into the even tighter jeans and Joram just shimmed until they were completely on. The button, he was finding difficult, but with his new body, Joram realized that his hips were a little larger than before. Disheartened slightly he forced the clasp closed and looked at himself in the mirror. "Screw it I'm going commando." So he did. The pants fit a little better this time around and needless to say his ass looked even more fantastic. Who needed underwear anyway? Grabbing a 'V' neck in a deep purple color, Joram breathed in lightly and tossed it onto the bed, not exactly certain what he was going to wear. Digging further into his closet he pulled out a box and dusted it off. This was from Vincent. Swallowing he finally opened it. Clenching his jaw tightly Joram looked at the suit inside, it was a deep, almost black purple, with a silk dress shirt.

At any other party he would have just worn what he normally did, but this was a select invite from Professor Slughorn, he couldn't exactly go in what he normally wore. Pulling the outfit from the bottom of his closet, Joram sighed and looked over the jacket speechlessly. "Well... I'm never going to wear it again, so why not." Keeping the solid black, nearly skin tight jeans plastered to his legs, Jor slipped into the black silk dress shirt and left the top few buttons undone. It fit him like a glove, nothing about the shirt was too short or too long. It hugged his hips and waist pleasantly and to top it all off, he didn't have to tuck it in to look good. "I'll have to admit, my father has impeccable style." Instead of a tie, the boy decided to sport an italian silk scarf that his grandmother had made him. It was black with little purple stars, from far away they appeared as little spots, almost unnoticed, but once viewed up close it was obvious. Fixing the jacket upon his shoulders, Joram peered at himself in the mirror, teasing his hair to stand up in some crazy angles, and slipped his feet into white ankle boots. The perks of having an Italian Seamstress and shoe maker as a grandmother.

A smile crossed his lips and he realized just how put together he looked. If this event were to have been last week he would have gracefully declined, but now that he had Rodolphus back in his life he felt put together. With that Joram made his way down to the classroom that happened to be transformed into a very cozy and warm Venue. Spotting Rabastan and Integra entering he kept a cool and calm pace instead of jogging to catch up to them. The invitation was folded neatly in his pocket, but the question that lingered on his mind happened to be. 'Why me?'

Adjusting his bag across his shoulder, Joram opened the flap and pulled out a bottle of Vintage Mortelle White. If there was one thing that his Grandmother made certain of, it was to bring a gift for the host. Joram usually added that it was also possible for teachers to be prospective clients, but he would never sell hard alcohol to them, not until he reached his seventeenth birthday. It was a lucrative business he and Rodolphus ran, but never did he over charge. "Ah, Professor Slughorn, thank you for the invite, I brought this as a gift for thinking of me." Joram's words were smooth, very well thought out, though rehearsed there was sincerity behind them.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 7, 2013 20:10:38 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2013 20:10:38 GMT -8

An invitation found it's way to his desk a few days ago, and needless to say he was excited. Vincent Mortelle always found social gatherings exciting and he hated missing anything. The invitation was clear as day and there was even room for a plus one. Who the hell would that be? Stroking his chin whiskers for a moment in thought. Vincent was truly happy to get the invite, but he didn't know who to bring. Stag was something he didn't do at all, maybe... no. Shaking his head he wondered if his best mate Ezriel Adams received and invite, probably, probably not, there was a fifty percent chance that he would or wouldn't be there. Shrugging his shoulders, Vin folded up the piece of paper and started to gather his things. A fine bottle of Grappa, from the vineyard back home, wrapped with a violet ribbon and a little card.

Not aware that Joram would be at the party in the slightest, Vincent decided to don his usual Ministry official attire, black slacks with a white button up, not entirely buttoned with a black sports jacket. This was as black tie as Vincent Mortelle ever became, and instead of crashing this party he would enjoy the company of those invited. It wasn't a party thrown by Joram, but when it came to Professors being invited he would have to up his game just a little. Taking things seriously wasn't entirely lost upon him, but where Vincent was a little bit of immaturity was sure to follow.

Slipping his toes into the all too famous white loafers, Vincent adjusted his belt and looked at himself in the mirror of his private quarters. Black Sabbath was blaring through the magically attached speakers and finally he was getting pumped up. "Should I bring anything else?" Muttering to himself as he threw on a few necklaces as well as the rosary his mother gave to him when he was younger, a lot younger. Slipping his wedding band onto his left ring finger, Vincent sighed, twitched his lip and then the depression was gone. Oh how he missed Elise, and how he wished she would be here to see her son grow into a man. It was a shame, but that was life. Fixing his fingers with a few more metallic bands, some with a few rocks. Vince silenced his music and started to make way toward the venue. Hopefully he wasn't late, if he was it wouldn't be any different from anything else as Vincent Mortelle was usually always fashionable late.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 7, 2013 20:12:16 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2013 20:12:16 GMT -8

Rocking out was the only thing he managed to all day and he had completely forgotten where he had to be in fifteen minutes, until the record started skipping. Sirius Black was busy putting together the art work and plans for next weekends Dungeons and Dragons match. "Shit!" In a flurry of sheets and curtains the long haired Black boy flew through the sixth year boys dorm. James had already left as he half remembered, but now he going to be late. Sirius Orion Black, late, what was new? Grabbing his nicest pair of slacks and a maroon button down followed by a white tie, he also snatched up a hair tie from one of his night stands. Whose ever it was, it was his now.

Pants half on as he jammed his feet into his shoe, Sirius stumbled out of the dorm room like a bat out of hell. "I'M LATE!" Hair in complete disarray he jumped over the railing and pulled his pants up zipping the fly and buttoning them closed, his tie was loose around his neck and he forgot a jacket. Comical was putting it lightly. James even told him he would be late if he didn't put the book down, and he didn't so now he was paying the consequences. Pushing through the entry way he staggered out into the corridors completely disheveled.

"Raaa! I feel like crap, why did I even agree to this?!" Tucking his shirt in and fixing his tie. Sirius tried his hardest to clean up the best he could and still arrive somewhat on time. It was a shame that he was so engulfed into his Dungeon Master's guide to even consider missing an event put on by Horace Slughorn, but why him? Probably because he was a Black and not afraid to stand out in a crowd. Passing by a mirror he skidded to a stop and freaked out at the sight of the mop on his head. "Well then!"

Pulling it back into a tight ponytail at the base of his neck, Sirius looked halfway decent and decided to run all the way to the correct classroom. People were still entering so he wasn't exactly late, but he wasn't on time that was for sure. Looking around he noticed that there were a lot of Slytherin's, that was to be expected. He, on the other hand, would have to try and not act out in any form of spectacle, but he wanted so badly to just destroy everything nice they had. Rabastan and his uppityness, Rodolphus with his... his suave lady getting face and that Mortelle boy, he had nothing against aside from the fact that he needed to go pick up his next shipment later this week.

From here on out, I will be compiling all of my posts into one. They will all have the required word count, but I feel logging in and out of different characters will be unnecessary. I will be posting everything from my Rabastan account.

Following Sirius, it will go EVAN and then KASCH - I will not be posting them until after Hannah makes her appearance as Slughorn, due to the fact Kara had already placed them into the event.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 8, 2013 23:54:51 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2013 23:54:51 GMT -8

Everyone's outfits because I could!!!

To be honest, the letter was a surprise to the girl. What had she done that was so brilliant it merited this invitation? When it had arrived, Cait had taken a very long time to try and think about what it might have been that had caught Slughorn's attention. Were her brother's part of this little club? She couldn't remember. Maybe she'd ask Slughorn about it directly. After all, the source was always the best place to get information. Never the less she'd been invited and her curiosity was certainly getting the best of her. Now she had to go. So naturally Cait had showed it to Eddie right away. If he'd seen it she was less likely to forget it was a thing at all, and who else could she possibly fathom asking to be her plus one anyhow. Eddie was her boyfriend after all and this was just the sort of thing couples got all fancied up for.

That was her next biggest problem. Caitlin hated wearing dresses. They were hard to get comfortable in and you always had to worry about someone seeing your underpants. If it had been up to her Caitlin would have let Eddie wear the dress and she'd wear a shirt and tie. But obviously that wasn't going to fly. Besides... Eddie? In one of her short dresses? His long legs would look ridiculous in the short hem of her clothes. The thought made her laugh though and that made her feel a little better about all of this. When she'd shopped for dresses for the formal, her mother had kept the other options that Cait had liked. She was actually rather fond of the cut Joram had picked out for her to wear to the Nighthouse Party. Of course, he wasn't here to help her choose anymore. So Cillian had sat down with her one afternoon to look over pictures. When he asked what it was for Cait abruptly told him it was top secret and that she couldn't say.

But eventually they found just the dress and Caitlin paired it with a few signature pieces she'd had in her stores. The captain america ring from Eddie was obvious, but she also threw on some matchy studs and a batman necklace. Classic Cait fashion. And before long, she was standing at the bottom of the Ravenclaw tower, a large fruit tart in her arms. "Well.. Don't you look swanky." Cait grinned at the boy and took his arm, leading him to the party. There were a few people there already and their quiet entrance made little effect on most of the party goers. However, one face stuck out more than the rest.

Maybe it was because his face was so new to who he was that Caitlin couldn't not notice him, but Joram's was the very first mug she'd spied that night. It immediately put a damper on the evening. How was she supposed to dance and laugh and enjoy the free food without staring at him and constantly wanting to rip his head off? Eddie, that was how. Looking up to her date, Cait tried to give him a smile before she surrendered the tart to a house elf who put it with the rest of the snacks. She would speak directly with Slughorn later and let the other guests vie for his attention. Until then, Cait's primary objective was to just blend into the scenery.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 9, 2013 1:05:58 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2013 1:05:58 GMT -8

Of course Slughorn didn't send her a letter. Integra was rubbish at potions and hardly applied herself to anything other than her select few favorite classes. She was scraping by through the others and the only reason she had any sort of formidable marks in potions was because Rabastan had been covering her ass since they started dating. It was okay by her though. There was no point in trying to collect her. In her opinion there was not one single special thing about her. The only reason she was here was to support Rab. Physically and mentally. This was important to him, so, therefor, it was important to her as well. Integra loved him. She always would.

As it should be, Integra set right away to leafing through her dresses and trying to pick the most perfect one for the upcoming event. That's when she heard him screaming. Evan had been throwing a royal fit. As half the slytherin's ran into the 7th year boys dorm, Rod was standing in the middle of the room with a guilty look on his face. "What the fuck, Rod?!" The boy threw up his arms and looked at her with defeat. "He found my invitation to the slug club and now he's wigging out that he hasn't got one!!" The pair had to yell over the fit Evan was crying. He was very upset that he didn't get invited, and was threatening to march down there to Slughorn's office to demand access to the party. This was getting out of hand and other students were starting to swarm in and either picked at him, fueled him, or yelled about him being a bother. "Get out! All of you!! Evan, you cannot demand an invitation!" He put up some protest but then threw himself on his bed to pout.

That's when Integra rounded on Rod, pinning him to the wall with her forearm. "You're taking him with you as your plus one. This is your fault! So ditch what ever date you had. If Joram is good enough for you, so is Evan." That was nothing against Jor, she just meant that Evan deserved to go and it was far easier on all of them if Rod just took him with. With another daring glare, Integra let him go and made her way back to her own dorm to change. "Evan, Uncle Rod is taking you with him. Slughorn told me yesterday that he had a special invitation for you but the owl got lost. Put on your suit, Love."

Everything had wound down by the time they were ready to go, and Integra smiled at Rab, taking his arm. No matter what happened tonight, she was not leaving his side. Joram would be there, Rod would be there, that was plenty of hands to deal with anything that Evan could throw their way. "Professor Slughorn!" Echoes plastered on a warm smile as she greeted their host for the evening and thanked him for being so accommodating. Yes, when she wanted to, Integra could be so very gracious. Gracious and deadly.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 9, 2013 2:38:38 GMT -8

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She'd been staring at it in secret all week. When the other girls had gone to sleep, and Alice was left sitting up awake and exhausted, she would curl herself into the window sil and gaze down at the scrawling letters, scratched against the parchment. Obviously she was going to get one of these. That was a give in. She was a cup champion. It made her special and desireable. Loads of people wanted to talk to the champions. Luckily enough, Alice had mostly been able to fly under the radar. It was a shock to the girl as she had so many problems of her own. She saw a shrink regularly for crying out loud and had horrible insomnia due to reoccuring nightmares. Alice was very glad she didn't have that Rita girl on her tail, or the other red haired one. Anyhow it was nice just relying on Kasch and Marly for her sanity. It meant she didn't need to talk to anyone else. Sadly, Alice liked it that way.

This dinner meant talking. It required her to make nice and keep up small talk. It required her to make an impression and uphold a personal image. And what if Alice wanted to be just that. Just Alice? With out all the weirdness and complications. Then there was the problem of eating. Alice hated food. It took too much time to get down and just made her feel sick to her stomach anyhow. Sweets were alright, they settled just fine. But unless it was bread of some sort, solid normal foods just didn't digest well with her anymore. How would she get away with that at a dinner party? At dinner she was usually able to pick at a few things and force them down while focusing mostly on homework. This party was going to be different. She was going to have to practice. The next few nights at dinner, Alice worked on actually eating and trying not to do homework at the table.

Now she was laying in her bed next to the dress she'd picked out for the evening, her stomach in knots with nerves. These were a lot of people she wasn't familiar with and while that didn't really bother her much, Alice wasn't ready to talk to people. She just wanted to get school over with. However she knew very well that part of being in this competition was her apperance and if that meant that Slughorn wanted her at this thing, then she had to go. She just didn't want to. As Kasch called up to her from the bottom of the girl's dorm, Miss Hallows came down to meet him, wrapped in a robe and gave him a soft look. "I can't go...I'm... sick." The girl gave a fake cough, but her loyal friend did not believe her for a second and convinced her to come anyhow.

She'd been dressed and ready under the robe but was hoping he'd let her stay in. That was hardly the case and Alice looked nervously at the boy with a little smile on her face. From her palm she placed in his a pack of gum and swallowed. "Just in case??" If he held on to it maybe she could get by longer without absolutly having to smack that rubber wad in her mouth. Taking his arm she let him lead the way and they made their quiet entrance to the party. Alice, feeling as though she owed Kasch a better night than one attached to a sad sack, looked up at the sweet boy while giving his hand a squeeze and smiled. "Thank you... for coming with me. For making me come. Promise me...Promise me we'll try to have the best night of our lives?" The smile plastered across her lips was charming and adorable, but when it turned to look at Slughorn, it was obviously hiding a lot more than Alice could ever let on.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 9, 2013 11:17:41 GMT -8

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Eddie remembered the day Cait got her invitation to the Slug Club. He had been so excited for her! Their group of friends had often put down the club, but mostly because they thought none of them would ever be able to get into it. Yet there Cait was, the top of their little click, showing him the invitation so that he might remember the date for her. He had been really proud of her, though he had asked one silly question that had been hanging on his mind, "How?"

It really didn't matter what Cait had done to get the letter, because she deserved it in Eddie's eyes. He knew the girl was capable of accomplishing big things, and he was glad to see someone else thought so too! Specially that friendly, yet a little stuck up potions teacher. Now, Eddie had known since he heard about the slug club that he was never going to be highbrow enough to get into a swanky gig like that, and that's why he was nearly floored when Cait announced that he was coming too. She trusted a boy like him to behave at such a ritzy party!? Well, guess she knew him better than he thought.

With his dad being Liaison for the American Army, Eddie had been drug to many dinner parties and galas growing up- His first one being when he was five. They were almost always reeeeeally boring, and a real test on his mental state, but he had developed a different personality just to deal with these kind of shindigs. This side of Eddie was a wonderful gentleman. He knew how to behave around the host, he knew the manners associated with the table, he even knew which conversations to stick to to insure flow and appeal for the other guests. That last one he often ignored though, choosing to stay quiet- he didn't really trust his mouth to say things that wouldn't make him feel stupid.

And now, he stood before his wardrobe, his old formal suit hanging on the rack, smelling of mothballs and stale perfume. Or was it his grandmother's house he was smelling? When was the last time he wore this thing... was it her funeral? After letting the thing have a night to air out by the window, Eddie's suit was clean and fresh smelling again, and ready for the party. The suit wasn't a very expensive thing, but it was designed to at least not look too cheep. it was a mostly grey, kinda teal suit- elephant blue, he thought he remembered the sales clerk saying- with matching trousers. He had a vest for the thing too, a deeper copper colour, very Ravenclaw-y now that he was looking at it. He put it all on with a white dress shirt, a purple and blue striped tie, and his favourite purple and green plaid pocket square (it reminded him of the Joker). Putting the suit together was easy, getting his hair uncontrolled, was a right mess.

An hour or so later, Eddie showed up on time to meet Cait in the hall for the party. He had managed to stick his hair closer to his head a little and make things look not so frizzy, but he knew it was a tentative truce between him and the curls, and it wasn't going to last all night. his black monk straps tapped quietly on the stairs as he bounded down to see Cait on the landing. He gave her a good look over and shook his head. "Wow..." the boy said with a giddy smile,"You look beautiful! How did I ever land a girl like you?" He noticed the fruit pie in her hands and hissed with realization, "Fffff! I forgot to bring a gift!" Too late now, he supposed. He took up Cait's arm and lead her down the hall to the party.

They entered the room where quite a few other people had already gathered. Eddie looked at his watch to make sure they weren't late. Nope! Looked like everyone else was just super excited about the club and had come early. Eddie scanned the crowed, looking for the Potions professor so that he could shake the man's hand and thank him for hosting the party, like he had been taught to do, but got distracted by the boy in the purple suit. "Shit..." Eddie whispered, pulling Cait to the side so Joram was less likely to see them. This was the first time either of them had seen Joram since the fight, and now they had to be civil with him? this could be a long night.

"Get you a drink, sir?" Eddie was confused by the little voice, and turned his head to see that he and Cait had knocked right into the bar in their attempt to get out of Joram's view. This gave Eddie an idea, "Yes, uh," There was a bar here, so surly they were allowed to drink? If not, what was something he could easily pretend was non alcoholic? "I'll have a rye and diet coke, please. And whatever my girlfriend wants." he turned to Cait and whispered quickly, "Now, from my experience, there is no problem that doesn't become easier with being just a little bit tipsy." he took his drink from the house elf, and gave Cait a wink, and a "Cheers".

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 9, 2013 16:42:03 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2013 16:42:03 GMT -8

Ezio and Victoria’s outfit

Ceasare had always taught the boy to never assume he was late, always assume everyone else was simply early. Of course Ezio knew that was a pile of bull shit. You could only have that function well when it was your own damn party, not someone else’s. Of course Ezio had been ready to leave about twenty minutes ago; it was the girl he was brining as a date that was making them late. He went as close as he was able to the girls part of the Ravenclaw dormitories and leaned against the stairs with a sigh. ”Victoria, let’s go. We are going to be late,” he called up, but got no reply. The young man went to a mirror in the common room and checked himself in it for just about the ninetieth time. He straightened the silver tie with small black stripes that stood out against the black dress shirt. His dinner jacket was also black, but had a dark red silk lining to make it more striking. His pants where black and simple, and his shoes where of course Italian leather. His family ring rest on the middle finger of his right hand. He ran that hand through his slightly, yet perfectly messed up hair. The click of heals made him turn around.

A blonde in a short blue dress descended stairs with a giant sized grin on her face. ”How do I look Ezi?” She asked with a girl, giving a slow twirl. She thought she looked simply ravishing, the envy of just about everyone else who was going to be there, except maybe Integra Echos. All Ezio saw was a greedy pureblood with a pinched face, but he forced a smile onto his face, and a nod of approval that she would take as sincere, and offered her his arm. He picked up a bottle of 100 year old honey wine, more commonly known as mead, and a wrapped box of crystallized pineapple; something his father had sent, apparently remembering what Slughorn liked from his own days and deciding to do something nice for his son for once. He then escorted Victoria to the party. There was only one reason he had even brought a date, much less this one; alright two. His father had insisted a D’orolione boy not show up to a Slug Club event without a lovely date and he knew better than to ask Chloe. So here he was with Vicky glowing like a candle, and smelling much like one of those scented kind, all flowers and sweet things, making their way to the party.

Upon reaching the appointed room Ezio was slightly relieved to find there was some sort of bottle neck at the door and they would not appear late. Ezio let go of Vicky’s arm as they stepped over the threshold and present the bottle and candied fruit to Professor Slughorn, before looking around the room slowly. ”A gift from the D’orolione family to yours, Professor. And might I add you have done a most extraordinary job with the room. Why I doubt my own family’s house elves could have done a better job.” He gave the man a bow before removing himself and Victoria from the doorway and heading towards the bar. Ah yes, that might help calm his nerves, but what to get? ”Captain Morgan dark spiced rum and some Coke-A-Cola,” he said briskly to the house elf. He also ordered Victoria a Cranberry and Vodka, heavy on the juice. Both drinks were presented to him in very short order. He handed Victoria hers before sipping his own and looking around the room to see who else was there.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 11, 2013 2:26:28 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 2:26:28 GMT -8

Rod had been hermiting himself away for a while now and was trying very hard to get back into the swing of things again. After the embarrassing outing of Joram Mortelle and himself, Rod had decided it was best not to show his face in certain circles for a while. So he'd become some what of a loner for a while. The usual gaggle of girls that followed him with wide eyes and giggles, had nearly all scattered and would no longer talk to him. Rod of course came up dry when it came to excuses or cover ups. But really what was the point in making up a story to erase all of this. It would only hurt Joram's feelings and he really didn't want to do that. There was one rule in this world that Rod would follow religiously. Don't piss off your dealer. And so far that rule had kept him out of a dry spell.

"So... you're not gay?" The curly haired blond girl looked up at him with her doey eyes in a hopeful way. "And... Joram isn't your boyfriend?" Rod looked down at her with a cheeky grin. His arm around her shoulder as they lounged comfortably on one of the sofa's in the common room. As his fingers coiled around one of the tendrils cascading over her shoulder, Rod made an amused sound.

"Oh Seraphine. You worry too much about that keeping us apart. I told you, there is nothing that could keep me from you tonight. We're going to have a lovely time me and you." Slowly, his lips covered hers and he cradled her dainty face in his hands. "Now would a gay man with a boyfriend do that?" The answer to this was 'yes. if that man is Rodolphus Lestrange.' But no one needed to know that for even he was unaware of these facts. Shamelessly, Seraphine giggled and the pair spent the evening drinking themselves into a naked stupor right there in the common room while everyone else was asleep.

She was in shambles later when Rod told her that he couldn't be tied down at this time and that he really just needed to go stag to the Slug Club. But he figured she'd get over it. Obviously taking a date would be bad form. Again, Don't piss off your dealer came into play. This was a lot harder than it sounded when you had a tendency to sleep with the boy who supplied your goods. "You're taking him with you as your plus one. This is your fault! So ditch what ever date you had. If Joram is good enough for you, so is Evan" Integra was both a little frightening and very sexy when she was angry. Rod had almost made some sort of joke concerning her merit compared to the boys and how much he'd rather her on his arm, but in the case of his brother's girlfriend, Rod was swiftly learning not to hit on her. She had a mean slap on her and an even worse hex repertoire.

"Alright woman! I'll take him shit!" That seemed to get her off his back, but now he had to bring Evan along. What ever, fine. Evan wasn't so bad in honesty. Integra was rather attached to him for some reason and he vaguely remembered them being very close when they were younger. Something he always thought was odd, but it was what it was. Now Integra mother-ducked the boy. Which, in reality though the whole house helped out to keep an eye on him, someone had to step up and take a major share in the responsibility. Integra happened to fit the mold. Yes, it was creepy that Evan thought they were his family, but at the same time in a weird way Rod didn't mind being the primarily half drunk uncle that took him to strip clubs or gave him his first beer, condom, black eye. What ever it was that fuck up uncles normally did.

"Evan.. I do not want to be late." Of course the boy was fussy about how he looked and the like, but nothing close to how bad Rod had been. The boy spent all afternoon perfecting his hair and moisturizing his face. Then there was the mater of picking out a tie. Jesus, did that take forever. It was a long inner debate about color. Purple or green. Eventually, Rod looped a purple tie around his neck and strode out the door with Evan on his coat tails. This triggered an incredibly dirty look from Seraphine, but Rod chose to ignore it and lead Evan down to the dinner party with a hand on his shoulder.

His brother and Integra were a tick ahead of them, and Rod called out as they made their way down the hall. "Well, look who's up and moving." He and Evan caught up to the pair quickly as Rab didn't move incredibly fast lately, and strolled right on by into the party. "Welcome to the club, Evan. It's going to be a wild night."

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 11, 2013 20:12:59 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 20:12:59 GMT -8

There were a few other things Remus could imagine doing that night that did not involve getting stuffed into a suit and attempting to hobnob with Slytherins. He was sure they weren't all bad, but the ones he'd met for the most part were more of the unsavory types. Their parents certainly weren't very charming. But what did he know? His parents were people he actually got along with. Still, the boy would much rather stay in with just his mates relax. But then Marly came along.

The girl was nice in his opinion and he admired her unstoppable attitude. She didn't take crap from the boys or from anyone for that matter and Remus found that to be a little amusing at times. But never had he expected her to ask him to go as her date to the Slug Club party. At first he laughed and figured she was joking. "Oh no, you were serious. Sorry. It's not against you. I just didn't think I was under consideration." Remus laughed off his mistake and gave the girl a grin. "I'd love to accompany you."

He'd figured that James and Sirius had dates and while he was comfortable going stag, taking Marlene was going to be a nice change for him. That and he wouldn't look like a chump next to his mates. So, Remus had taken the time and effort to put on a nice suit. Not just the dress clothes he wore when he went out with the lads, but a nice formal suit. Tie and everything. He'd even gone so far as to take a crack at styling his hair out just a little. It was going to look shaggy no matter what he did, but the attempt was the real point.

It wasn't until he was all ready and committed to Miss Marly, that he learned the boys were going alone. "Well... This is an interesting turn, isn't it lads? For once I'm the one with the date and you two look like boobs." He chuckled teasing a little and shrugging his shoulders into his jacket, he gave them all a 'catch you later' sort of look. The boy passed by Kasch who was waiting on Alice. Remus sort of looked around and then checked his watch before stepping into the corridor to wait. Man... he really hoped she wouldn't stand him up. That would be super awkward.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 11, 2013 20:46:49 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 20:46:49 GMT -8

Evening Outfit Here

Twenty minutes had passed by before Narcissa realized she had been staring at the ring on her thumb. Twenty long, drawn out, deep-in-thought minutes she had wasted instead of getting ready for the dreaded party of Professor Slughorn. Narcissa had been dragging her feet all evening when it came to getting ready for the party. She hadn't wanted to go. Honestly, Cissa hadn't wanted to do anything upon returning to Hogwarts for the remainder of the school year. She had become withdrawn and despondent towards her fellow classmates, and even her relatives. She didn't even have the energy or drive to rebuttle against Integra or anyone else she had been a perceived enemy of. Cissa simply reeled with pain internally over her father's death. Which was the thought that brought her back to the ring on her thumb. The thing was far too large for any of her other digits, and it had belonged to her father. Nothing too extravagant, but a sterling silver band with an emerald inset-- a gift from father to son upon the man's graduation from Hogwarts, and it was a piece Cissa had always greatly admired. Before she and her sisters had returned to school, their mother had pressed the ring into Cissa's palm before kissing her goodbye.

Now, it was simply a part of her ensemble for tonight's event. Black tie, as per usual with Slughorn, and Bells and Andy had made certain she had an outfit to wear. The pair had pestered her nonstop about not spending so much time alone and being so unhappy. They worried, as any sister might, that the youngest child could be headed down a slippery depression-ridden slope. Cissa brought her attention back to reality long enough to fit her hair in a loosely pulled back bun, accentuating her black pearl earrings.

"There," she breathed quietly, placing the last earring in the hole in her earlobe, "All ready." Cissa should have been more giddy. She should have been ecstatic that Slughorn had even thought to invite her to his legendary parties reserved for the best and the brightest. Over the past few weeks, Cissa had seriously begun wondering what it was exactly that she brought to the magical table. Bells as ferocious, calculated, and seemed to have a certain direction she would be driving their now patriach-less family. Andy was sweet, caring, smart, and seemed to get along with just about anyone. It was becoming more and more apparent to the fifth year the only real quality Cissa had to bank on was her looks. She was flirtatious, seductive even, and she certainly loved the attention. Yet, that was no real talent. Good looks were simply the jackpot of the genetic lottery.

With a deep breath, Cissa pushed back from her dressing table in her dormitory room and slipped into her elegant high heels. Smoothing out the front of her dress, she grabbed her invitation and the bottle of Dragon Barrel Brandy she had received to give to the Professor as thanks for her invitation. Soon, she found herself at the entrance to the party, oblivious to the other students whether they be enemies or not. Cissa slapped a smile on her face and played the part for the sake of the family. She simply no longer had the ambition to stake her claim among the Slytherins. At least not this year.

"Professor!" She beamed widely at the older gentleman receiving both gifts and students as they entered. Holding her hand to him, Cissa slightly nodded her head, "Thank you, sir, for inviting me tonight. I'm deeply honored, and this is for you. Dragon Barrel Brandy, aged nearly two-hundred years. I do hope you enjoy, sir." After the allotted pleasantries, Cissa made her way from the door and through the crowd. She simply walked past the Lestrange brothers, Integra, and Evan, and found her seat at the table. There, Cissa sat straight backed with her hands folded neatly in her lap. She simply stared out in silence, not at the crowd but rather past it. Her face was emotionless and her eyes seemed rather hollow in their look. Tonight was going to be incredibly long.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 12, 2013 10:13:00 GMT -8

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Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Apr 12, 2013 10:13:00 GMT -8

It probably would have been appropriate for the eldest Miss Black to bring a date - a preverbal plus-one - to the evening’s festivities, but the longer that she stood in front of the mirror, the more that she realized she had no interest in having someone on her arm tonight at the annual Slug Club Function. Too long had she been the subject of someone else’s wishes and caved to the duties that she had thought herself privy to. Now, she was free. And she fully intended to exploit this new found freedom to its fullest.

She turned slightly, admiring the slick curve of the black dress down her side, framing her and giving way to curves that were normally non-existent. It was amazing what a tailor-made dress could do for Bellatrix and her slightly boxy and boyish frame.

Enough. She warned herself and drew her green eyes away from the mirror’s reflective surface. If she didn’t play her cards right, she was going to end up staring at the mirror all evening and doing nothing of consequence.

Walking through the corridors of the great castle, Bells reminded herself exactly what she was there to do this evening. She wanted to observe her sisters, make sure that they were getting on well and making the right connections. And most of all, she wanted to make sure that everyone saw that the Black Family was beginning to climb their way back up to the top of Pureblood society. Under Bellatrix’s reign, they would be at the heart of everyone’s thoughts this evening. She couldn’t keep the malicious smirk off of her face until she heard the thumping of music and laughter coming from the quadrant. It was time.

”Ah professor Slughorn,” Bellatrix breathed as she walked into the room. She saw her sister handing over a bottle of spirits that would get him through the evening, ”You’ve invited quite a few more bodies than normal.” She commented dully, not intending to cozy up to the Potions Professor. She knew the reason that she was here - cunning, ambitious, and talented in spell-casting, Bellatrix Black was the prodigal student of Professor Tom Riddle, where therefore made her quite the catch into the Slug Club’s pool.

She turned to look at the greying man that she was standing next to and then gave her sister a slight nod of her head, ”I hope that you two enjoy the evening.” She muttered and passed right over them, on her way to the bar where there were apparent drinks being served. Settling down on a bar stool that was nearby, Bellatrix let her eyes linger on each and every guest as they walked past her.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 12, 2013 10:32:37 GMT -8

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Post by HESTIA LISETTE JONES on Apr 12, 2013 10:32:37 GMT -8

Hestia’s Outfit

Bubbly. That was perhaps the only way to describe Hestia Jones at this very given moment. She had never been invited to a Slug Club function in her entire time at Hogwarts...Never! Normally it was her sister, Gwenog that attracted the attention. The older Jones daughter was clever and quick witted, she was good on a broomstick and she had very quiet opinions. Hestia was quite the opposite: Although she maintained the cleverness and quip of a talented young witch, she lacked skill on a broom, and always made her opinions known. It appeared, however, that her go-get-’em tactics had finally made an impression, for a few days ago, Tia had received an invitation to the exclusive event.

Well, it was either her outlandish attitude...or the fact that she had visions. Merlin, she hated talking about them. They were so strange and foreign to her. Visions during the daylight hours that would leave her in a trance for a few moments before she finally managed to get control. Granted, it didn’t happen a lot...but she was sure that someone had noticed by now. She bit down on her lip, slightly, trying to focus on her reflection in the mirror.

Reaching up and putting a pair of feather earrings into her ears, she found herself pleasantly distracted by the strange encounter that she had had the other afternoon. A striking Mr. Bailey had proved to be a worthy opponent of her wit and anger and had even made her fumble for words for a few moments. He had been an annoyance, and yet, she couldn’t seem to drive him from her mind, ”No, no, none of that.” Tia scolded herself into the mirror and then couldn’t help but laugh; her face looked so disjointed when she was trying to be too serious. She slid a couple of her mother’s pearl bracelets over her wrist and then dipped her forefinger into a tiny vat of ‘lip gloss’ that she had found abandoned in the bathroom. Rarely one to wear make-up, the smudge of color on her lips gave her a slight glow and she found that she enjoyed the way that she looked this evening. She was dressed smart, however, not lacking the classic and continuous ‘Hestia’-style that she prided herself on.

Seemingly never out of her element, the talkative blonde found herself in the middle of the party sooner than she had expected. It was an elegant soiree, people milling about, complimenting each other on their choice of accessories, other students giving the professor expensive wine and other gifts.

She, however, found herself mesmerized by the room in general. It was so splendid what the Professor had done with the place. Far too often she found that Hogwarts lacked character. But this? This was beauty. The petite girl brushed some of her pixie cut out of her face before moving toward the side of the room to admire some of the fabricated curtains that adorned the walls.

((OOC: Sorry for both of these being incredibly awkward and poorly written. I wanted to make sure that I got my characters in before the second round of posting <3 I promise when I reply next, they'll be a million times better! xx Q))