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

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 12, 2013 15:11:26 GMT -8

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Though the vast majority of the population was entirely unaware of the situation, Horace was both a jovial and influential companion to keep. Hardly a minute went by within a conversation where he didn't laugh at the elderly professors jests. Not to mention, he was closely aquainted with some of the most prestigious members of the wizarding community, both himself and Minister Bagnold included. Slughorn had first made mention of requesting his attendance over a spot of his infamous whiskey spiked Earl Grey tea, when Cooper had only just taken up a residency in Hogsmeade. After a brief appointment with Headmaster Dumbledore, he had immediately made his way over to see his dear friend. They had conversed well into the wee hours of the morning, each party equally wasted upon their departure. Surely Mr. Bailey would have acquired his current position as Advisor to the Minster within time, but it was Slughorn who had introduced him to Ms. Bagnold in his 7th year, and thus sped the process along immeasurably. At the time, she had been the Advisor, and she took him under her wing- guiding him through the intricate web of politics, mentoring him, detailing how to utilize the justice system in every way possible. Yes, we're it not for that inaugural introduction, it could have taken him several years to maintain such a prominent role in the magical society.

It was both an honor and an obligation to attend the Slug Club rendezvous, as a special guest to Slughorn. He had been informed that Mr. Mortelle had also been asked to make an appearance, which pleased him. He had always gotten along quite well with the liberal Ministry Official, as Cooper was less than fond of a fair few members of the uptight staff. It wasn't difficult to formulate the proper attire for the evening, as his wardrobe consisted of luxurious suits and business coordinates. Donning a perfectly tailored black suit, paired with pristine patent leather loafers and his favorite twilight suspenders, he headed out the door. He grabbed a delicate tan parcel from the bureau by the entrance to his temporary apartment, and slid it gingerly into the pocket of his thick, wool jacket. Once outside in the the fresh air, he apparated directly outside of the Hogwarts gates, strolling inside and across the grounds. Cooper detested to travel via the Floo Network, as he hardly enjoyed covering his skin with ashes and soot. The cool breeze against his warm flesh caused an invigorating sensation to ripple throughout the mans body, a smile plastered firmly to his visage.

Upon entering the Great Hall, he navigated his way towards Slughorn's personal quadrant of the school, traipsing through the familiar territory of his Alma Mater. For the duration of his brief promenade through the academy, his mind wandered to the details of the evening. Who else would be there? Would, by any chance, Tia have harbored an invite? Perhaps she would, for Slughorn undoubtedly would have seen potential within the girl- her intelligence and peculiar personality were so blatantly obvious. Upon a bit of innocent investigation in the Education Record's Department of the Ministry, he had discovered a smidgen of information about her. Her actual name was Hestia, not simply Tia, and her last name was Jones- establishing her as the younger sister of Gwenog Jones, a 7th year currently being scouted by the Hollyhead Harpies. He was such an adamant Quidditch fan, how had he failed to pick up on such facts? Regardless, it was not Hestia's familial ties that peaked his interest, but her raw and genuine character.

Before he had realized it, Cooper had arrived outside of Slughorn's door. He knocked twice, and let himself in- not surprised to see a plethora of individuals had begun to drink and mingle already. "Horace! Thank you so much for the invite, it's really such a pleasure to be able to attend!" he gushed, embracing the archaic professor in a firm hug for a mere moment. "I took the liberty of bringing a few of your favorites- Chai Cuban Cigars, that is, of course." he whispered, though it was unnecessary, giving the man a wink. After a brief exchange with Horace, he made his way to the bar for his preferred beverage, a classic gin and tonic with a splash of cranberry. Taking a slow sip of the toxic substance, he took in the surroundings for a moment. Whilst observing the decor, he noticed the unmistakable blonde pixie cut that could only be the young Ms. Jones. Driven by his subconscious, he immediately headed in her direction. "Hello there, Tia. How're you doing this fine evening?" he questioned casually. As per usual, he gave the student a once over, taking in the vibrant hue of her yellow dress that adorned her pearlescent ivory skin. This was shaping up to be a fine evening, indeed.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 16, 2013 9:21:02 GMT -8

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James comprehended the ideology that getting invited to the Slug Club was a privilege bestowed upon few, and he had frequented the company of Professor Slughorns over the course of the past several years. He knew certain distinguished guest would present themselves at the first official social gathering of the year, as they so often did. In fact, Old Sluggy had already introduced he and his select group to several prominent figures in the past- including Minister Bagnold during her election campaign. Curiously, he wondered who would be in attendance this year- what fresh, new talent had Horace scouted? Which influential individuals would grant them the honor of their company? But more pertinent than all of those trivial details- what alcohol would be stocking the bar this term? Last year, the esteemed teacher had introduce James to the very finest vintage burgundy on this side of Italy- a classic Elderberry Merlot, aged many a year. The very same man had also first presented him with the luxury of a cigar, an indulgence that he still enjoyed frequently to this day.

As it happened, Potter was running a bit late this evening. Quidditch practice had gone on longer than intended, as a match verse Slytherin was quickly approaching. It was true that their opponent's team had not acquired all the talent they had obtained in previous years- but Bellatrix Black was a ruthless captain, and he knew better than to underestimate her. As such, they were currently enduring two a days, one practice from 5am to 7am, and another from 4pm to 6pm. Each session left him exhausted, utterly sore, and of course, sweating profusely. He had been in dire need of a shower when he'd arrived back at the dormitory- and thus had urged Remus and Sirius to go along ahead of him, assuring them he would appear just as soon as possible. After a brief but proficient shower, he had utilized just the lightest spritz of his most prized cologne, and intricate earthy aroma with an enticing hazelnut undertone. James donned a pristine, jet black suite- sporting a black silken vest and a deep maroon bowtie to match the attire.

Checking the time, he realized it was nearly half past the hour of six, and as such, he needed to make haste in his journey to Old Sluggy's familiar quadrant. Swiping an envelope containing a token of gratitude for his host off of the bureau, he swiftly exited the common room and headed down stairs. It took him only a few moments to transverse the distance, a path he often frequented throughout the duration of the academic year. Not bothering to knock, he entered the chamber quickly and was immediately confronted by Horace. "Good evening, Professor. " he greeted properly, sliding the envelope into the mans hand as he firmly shook it. "It's Puddlmere verse Tutshill, should prove to be a bloody brilliant match- they're both on top of their game this season." he offered, exchanging a few more pleasantries with the man before heading to the bar. He retrieved a Bourbon and Water, straight in a low ball tumbler, before maneuvering his way through the thick throng of guests to where his fellow Gryffindors stood. "Hello there, mates. Didn't keep you waiting too long, now did I? What's this- Remy brought a date, yet Sirius and I opted to go stag? How curious." he inquired, offering a small smile to Marlene, who was looking quite vivacious this evening. Sipping from the chilled vessel within his grasp, he took a moment to observe the outcome. The usual crowd had arrive, of course, and a fair few new faces, a larger group than usual to be sure. This was certainly going to prove to be an intriguing evening.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 17, 2013 18:28:55 GMT -8

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Jacen couldn't help but laugh aloud. Here he was on what he thought was going to be a friday night, like any other friday night but now he was standing directly in front of the most amazing, sexy and awe inspiring person he had ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. He winked and saw as he received a wink in return. He could spend hours here, stuck in this amazing moment. He quickly glanced at his watch and saw the time. He took one last long look into his full length mirror, winked again and finished getting ready for Professor Slughorn's party. He was excited for tonight for many reasons.

Obviously it was another trophy for him to be invited to Slughorn's infamous Slug Club, an invite he was not the least surprised to receive. His resume was longer than some of the assignments he received from his professors. Quidditch Captain. Head Boy. Prefect for the two years previous. Perfect grades. Pre-accepted into the Auror program. Jacen was going places and Slughorn was sure to want to pull on the edge of his robes all the way there. If it meant the perks that went with the title, Jacen was more than okay with it. He put on his finest robes, a solid black with a bright, bright golden streak down the back. Checked his hair one last time and made his way to the party.

He was also excited for the night because it was suppose to be a first date of such with his betrothed. Andromeda Black. He was less excited for the fact that he was sure that both of her sisters would be in attendance. Granted he was excited to see the youngest, Narcissa again but he had rarely dealt with Bellatrix in his seven years at Hogwarts and intended to keep it that way. Though as he came closer to joining the family, he doubted that would be possible. He was to meet his future wife at the party and he was more than okay with that as it gave him a chance to scan the party prior. As he walked in he realized he was not one of the first ones there and that pleased him. The best always arrived a tad bit late. He walked past the group of Gryffindor boys including Potter and Black. He saw Bellatrix in the one corner, who he quickly walked away from and eventually found Professor Slughorn. "Good evening Professor, thank you so much for the invitation. I have been so looking forward to this evening." Jacen gave one of his award winning smiles as he lied blatantly to his Professor's face. But the naive old man would surely believe him and Jacen knew that was all that mattered. He scanned the party as he spoke, curious to see what exactly this night would hold.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 19, 2013 12:21:52 GMT -8

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The fifteen year old Slytherin looked at the mirror in front of him. He wasn't sure what was taking him so long to make sure his hair looked perfect and his clothes were perfect. Regulus was never exactly on time or later to anything that involved a party. He came precisely when he needed to be there. He checked his hair once more. He had been invited to a Slug Club meeting and he wanted to make sure everything was right. He took pride in his appearance but he was also going to this event alone. It wasn't that he couldn't get a date it was more that he would rather be there to watch the events of others unfold instead of having to pay attention to someone that he had brought with him. Sociable as the young Slytherin was at times he had not been in the last few days. It would be nice to see a large group of people at this particular party. How well it would run he could not be sure as putting some people together in one place might not be such a good idea.

Regulus hadn't a clue really who all had been invited. He gave himself a nod picked up a few things from his bed and headed down towards the place Slughorn has things set up. A bag of salted hazelnut truffles and a tray of crystallized pineapples were being handled with care as he walked out of the Slytherin common room. Yes he knew how to butter up a teacher when he needed too. He had a bottle of gin he had gotten Kreacher to bring him from their stocks at home. He hoped the professor would like that as well. His own charm was the only other thing that he brought with him. He took a deep breath as he approached the door. He could already hear noise of people talking coming from the other side of the door. He walked in and found professor Slughorn first and for most. "Good Evening Professor, thank you for the invitation. I brought you some things." He presented him with the crystalized pineapple and salted hazelnut truffles. The last thing the young Black handed to him was a bottle a Gin. "All for your personal stash professor. I do hope you enjoy."

He took the next moments to look at those that were in the room. His eyes went wide for only a moment. This was going to be one hell of a night. Once there were drinks involved things could get a little well deadly too. He decided it would be best that he didn't drink at all. He moved over to the bar and asked for water. He was going to be sober for this. If he wasn't he wasn't sure how things would pan out. He also hopped that Slughorn knew what he was doing with all of them in one room. Perhaps they all could at least be civilized tonight drinks included. He would have to wait and see.

His brother caught his eye moments later. He wanted to talk to him but with Bellatrix and Cissy there as well that might not be possible. You had to work things in your favor at all times. He gave a smile to the house elf that got him water and moved over to look at some of the tastey treats lined on the table. After all the young fifteen year old was a growing boy and growing boys tended to think with the stomachs when food was very present.Specifically this one as he remember he hadn't eaten all day. He gave a nod to his cousins.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 23, 2013 14:52:41 GMT -8

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Lucius Malfoy stood looking at himself in the mirror. He was fussing with his hair making sure that it lay perfectly without having to put too much gel or anything of the nature in it. He didn't like that many hair products in his air it felt gross to say the least. He was at the moment being worse then half the girls in his house were when getting ready for an important event. He shook his head and a few seconds later everything was in place and he was tying his tie. He took one last look into the mirror and smiled to himself as he headed out of the doors. He looked at the time noticing that he was going to be late. He briskly walked his way out of the boys dorm and out of the common room all together. He wasn't sure how many people had been invited to this event but it was going to be one of those nights. Full of surprises and fun. A party was always a good social event and it was highly unlikely that anyone was going to crash this event. The question was would all the invitees not try to kill each other.

He walked down the halls towards Slughorn's classroom and realized he was not the only one running a little late. It seemed that one of the Blacks was as well. The younger of the Black boys entered the classroom just a little before he did. Lucius took a look around and spotted Slughorn very quickly. He walked up to the professor with a smile. "Good Evening Professor. Its a great honor to have been invited and I thank you. Here is a gift for you.." He handed over to him a bottle of the best Gin that the Malfoys could get their hands on. It didn't take him long to spot Narcissa Black and moments later her was headed over to her as he was going to actually make sure that she was doing alright. He didn't like to see her upset at all.

He could tell something was wrong when he approached her. He stood there for a short moment. "You look lovely Narcissa." His voice was soothing and genuine which was more than most people got. "I'm certainly glad that Slughorn invited us both to this party. I do hope that you would allow me to make your night a good one." He extended his hand to her so that he could place a kiss on it. He wasn't actually trying to be charming he genuinely meant what he said and it was about the only time people were seeing tenderness in him and he didn't care that there were other around. He was not exactly sure why he was her in the company of everyone but he was glad that Slugborn saw potential in him.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] Apr 26, 2013 13:43:46 GMT -8

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Horace stood patiently at the door, greeting each and every guest as they entered- accepting their gratuities and beaming at their satisfactory acknowledgments. As each individual entered the premises, he monitored their expressions, some of excitement, others of curiosity, an even still others of utter disbelief. However, Old Sluggy was certain that each and every student or alumni that presented themselves was very much meant to be here. The entire generation was chock full of prestigious blood lines and new, untapped talent. In fact, if Horace were being entirely earnest with himself, he would declare that this was by far his most profitable and brilliant batch of Slug Club members to date, with the exception of Tom Riddle, of course. For several moments, he observed the surrounding environment- noting who was mingling with whom, and confirming that the conversation and atmosphere was entirely amiable. Once pleased with his ascertations regarding the party, he took a long, slow sip of the Gin and Tonic within his clutches. It was in preparation, really, for the brief and concise speech he was about to commence.

The sound of a stirring rod tapping against his glass tumbler reverberated throughout the chamber, bringing all of the commotion to an instantaneous halt. Once a silence had encompassed the entirety of his personal quadrant, the Professor began to speak. "Before the festivities begin, I wanted to offer my gratitude to each and every one of you for attending our first little rendezvous of the semester. I do apologize that we are off to a rather late start compared to the usual, but I find it increasingly difficult to create a proper guest list as the years go by. As some of you know, we have quite a bit larger group than usual joining us, by no mistake of mine. No, each individual present this evening has been invited for varying reasons. However, it all comes down to one single common trait: the future. The aspiring generation, who will soon have the entire magical community placed tenderly into their eager hands, is entirely capable of the daunting task at hand. I have witnessed a plethora of abilities and a tremendous amount of incredible talent from every guest within this room, and I am humbled by your presence. I am hardly a seer, but it does not take a mystical prophet to comprehend that the very people in this room will mold our world in the age to come. And of course, I could never forget about our most honored guests: Mr. Vincente Mortelle and Mr. Cooper Donovan Bailey. Thank you for joining us on this fine evening, gentleman. I implore you to mingle with the future of our community, mentor them, and usher them through the undulating waves of teenage uncertainty, into the raw underbelly of the real world. May each and every one of you be prosperous, may you be praised, and above all else, may you be immortalized by your impending contributions to society." he concluding his speech, raising his glass to toast with the crowd before him.

He smiled, and it was a deep, genuine grin filled with nothing but pride and contentment. The chamber was filled with a graceful set of cheers and applause for several minutes. At last, he raised his glass one final time, "Mingle, enjoy yourselves- this night is for you and your accomplishments. Let us feast!" he finished dramatically. Stepping to the side, he swiftly located none other than Mr. Mortelle, whom he'd been most looking forward to conversing with this evening. "Vicente! It is so very good to see you, chap! Do come sit with me, I've reserved a spot next to me at the head of the table for both you and your son. Fetch him, and let us chat a bit, shall we?" he inquired, taking another sip of the alcoholic liquid with the glass vessel. This would surely be an occasion to remember for all.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] May 1, 2013 16:07:47 GMT -8

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Using Integra as a crutch while they made their way into the venue. Slowly Rabastan found his seat after greeting Slughorn, but even the short walk was a little much for him. Sitting seemed to be the only thing that didn't wear him out. Even sex was in short supply after the recovery, but he wasn't complaining. There were more than just a small amount of thoughts on his mind, but he took his place and turned to look at Integra. "Hey, beautiful, could you get me a gin on the rocks, you know, my usual. It would be greatly appreciated." Rabastan gave her a soft smile and he looked over the room. The name placards were sitting in front of him, his name was scrawled out in fine script next to Integra's as one could only assume she would be his guest. Followed by Rodolphus and a blank card.

Soon a glass appeared in front of him and he smiled up at the woman. "Thank you, Merlin knows I need this in order to get through the night." Soon Slughorn welcomed everyone to the table and Rabastan thanked him after they sat and turned his attention to Rodolphus who sat down next to Evan and he grinned. "Well, look what we have here, seems that Evan talked you into taking him." Rabastan was told what had happened on the walk down here by Integra, but he still couldn't help but talk to Rodolphus and rub it in. Ever since he was called out Rabastan had made certain that if anyone thought of calling his older brother a fag, he would beat it back into them. Joram seemed to be taking the brunt of it, seeing as he managed it differently there wasn't much to worry about, except for his mood.

Slowly he looked over the table at the rest of the faces that were making their places known amongst the crowd. Rabastan was familiar with most of them and it was amazing that some of them even wanted to show their faces. The Black Sisters had arrived in full force and Rabastan was thankful for such a distraction and while Slughorn was carrying on a conversation with Vincent. "I'm glad you made him go with Rod, he needs the distraction." Rabastan wasn't sure how right he was until Joram sat down after coming in. The usual pep was completely gone.

Joram wasn't a bad guy by any means, but he was dealt a horrible hand after the Great Hall Incident, and Rabastan did everything he could in order to make it safe for the two boys to figure out what it was they needed to. He didn't tolerate sexual discrimination, and since Rodolphus was apart of that all he felt it necessary to protect everyone. It was just something that he had taken to the heart and he didn't want Rod or Joram to feel as though they were not welcomed. He would have none of that during the slug club either.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] May 1, 2013 16:11:19 GMT -8

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Within a few moments boy was was met with a barrage of harassment on his walk down here, he's been getting it nearly everyday. 'Fag' was something he heard on the daily basis now, but there was something else in it entirely. Something that made him feel stronger and more resilient. Rodolphus was the most important person in his life and he didn't want to push him away by making him feel uncomfortable. That wasn't how these things went down. First, Rod was his best friend and now he was afraid that he would be cast aside. If that were the case he wasn't sure what he would do, but that was before he realized that Rod was wearing a purple tie. Finding his spot next to his father, Joram just sat at the table and looked at the bar. Afraid that if he were to be drinking things would get out of hand as they always did.

A sigh came and then he looked over to see Eddie and Cait enter the room. As if this night couldn't get any worse. Standing up he made his way to the bar and grabbed a glass of wine for his father and managed to get himself a low-ball glass filled to the brim with whiskey and coke. It was something he enjoyed and it wouldn't fuck him up in the slightest. Just a little something to loosen up his shoulders for the time being. Sitting back down as he set the glass in his father's spot Joram looked up at Slughorn as he began to speak and then back to the table as he started to converse with his father. Having two Vicente's in the same room could get hectic and he hoped people would at least call him Joram to ease confusion.

With a sigh the boy stirred the glass and ignored most of the members that had arrived, he didn't want to draw any unwanted attention in his direction, so instead he stared at his glass, Rodolphus directly in front of him across the table. Evan was making a fuss as he found his seat while clutching onto a small case that held a number of avian skeletons. It wasn't unusual for the boy to carry multiple skeletons around with him at any given time, but it confused him as to why he was here when he wasn't invited and why he was with Rod. Suddenly the look on Rod's face answered the question and Joram smiled across the table shyly.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] May 1, 2013 16:12:32 GMT -8

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This wasn't his first invitation to a private party and it probably wouldn't be his last. Vincent was very much aware that this was more for the students than it was anything else and was ready to answer any questions they had. Joram had been getting a lot of grief lately and he was doing his best to protect his son. Of course there was this one night stand in Italy with a seer of sorts, but he hoped that was all it was. Vincent wasn't exactly ready for responsibility and right now he needed to get his mind off a lot of things. The gifts had been delivered to the house already and Antoni was setting up. Cots were already lining the hallways in order to accommodate the students who would be spending winter hols at his house. Smiling at Joram as he sat down, Vincent looked across the table and clapped him on the shoulder.

Leaning in he whispered. "Don't make a big deal of it, live it up, be the life of the party. They can say whatever the hell they want, but you're still my son gay or not, and I love you." Soon Slughorn joined the party after graciously greeting the guests. His speech was very well thought out and Vincent was introduced like it was no big deal. Once his name was announce, Vin waved his hand to the students. He had to act the father part for now as Joram was hurting and he didn't want anymore pressure on his son, let alone Rodolphus. There was enough hatred going around that it would have been impossible to escape it all, but he could prevent it. Soon Horace had motioned for him and Joram to sit and have a talk.

"Evening Horace, it's a pleasure to be invited to one of your glorious parties. Needless to say you've out done yourself!" Vince was excited to be in conversation with the one and only, but he didn't need to think twice about what he was going to say. It was the Mortelle way with words, sure the Giovanni's were better at speaking, but it was all in the way one carried themselves. "Sure sure. You've already met Joram I'm aware, please Sir. Just call me Vin, no need for my formal name. Brings back too many bad memories." Still the smile was plastered across his lips. Vincent was naturally a happy person when he wasn't on the drugs that is. After years of trying to keep clean he has finally found solace and pleasure in life itself, and he saw his happiness within his son. That was all that he needed. Shifting his nose quickly and rubbing it lightly he looked toward the door for a moment. A smell had graced his nostrils that he was familiar with, but there was something much more sweat about it.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] May 1, 2013 16:13:27 GMT -8

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It was just any other day and the boy looked more than torn apart. Having slept in was a common occurance and he wasn't about to change his habits. Sure the dinner party was just that, but Sirius had a different air about him when it came to it. Not exactly one for formalities and the thought of getting dressed up to eat food was beyond him. Fixing his shirt as he found himself ambling toward the bar a smug grin spread across his face, but the thing that sent him off guard was the fact of the Black girls. Sure he knew them, they were his cousins and he nearly hated all of them. Soon his eyes locked on the back of Bellatrix's head. Silently he began seething, that one was crazy, insane, bat shit bonkers. Grabbing a beer from the house-elf he thanked her and soon found his seat between Remus and James.

"It is rather interesting isn't it Hot Lips?" Sirius leaned in to James a little as he studied his dorm mate with a date. Normally Sirius would have been jealous, but he knew that Remus' heart lay elsewhere. Something the pair didn't talk about in public, but even then they flirted with each other. Sirius on the other hand flirted with everyone to make is seem as though he wasn't souly focused on Remus. "Casanova, I'm taken aback! You do have a back bone!" The Gryffindor boy had a nickname for everyone, some people thought he was insane, the girls sometimes thought he was being sweet, but he only did it to hide the fact. "Hot Lips, Casanova, what say you to a cheer for a fine evening? My with my boys, just hanging out with a crowd of prestigious individuals. Whatever that means." Raising the long necked bottle in the air he glanced at Remus with a very smug grin.

After the clinking of glass, Sirius tilted his head back and began to chug the contents of the bottle. It wasn't out of character, but if he was going to deal with his cousins, let alone his brother who happened to walk in, he wanted to be shitfaced and gone. Issues did arise when Sirius was drunk, the boy had an issue with being handsy and it was going to get a little interesting, but he couldn't help it. Regulus was too damned depressed for his liking and the Black Sisters, well right now he didn't give a flying fuck. After Slughorn had finished his speech and turned his attention toward the Mortelle boys, Sirius leaned in and grabbed a little something to eat. One beer wasn't going to do it for him. Leaning over he tapped Joram on the shoulder and smiled. "What's up my Italian Stallion, you and me in ten behind the curtain. I've got the funds." The boy nodded and Sirius leaned back in his chair with the half empty bottle of hops.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] May 1, 2013 16:13:54 GMT -8

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That was the final straw, Rodolphus had left the invitation out and Evan had caught wind of it. Not being invited to a party with his friends and family was horrible and so he decided what better way to throw a tantrum and demand one? This was exactly what the boy did and he wouldn't take no as an answer. Tossing himself onto the bed he buried his face into the pillow and starting sobbing while kickin his legs. It was a spectacle and the entire seventh year boys dorm was aware of the situation, and to be honest the entire Slytherin Dorm as a whole was aware of the situation. It didn't help that Rodolphus was standing around like an oaf. Soon Integra climbed the stairs and demanded that he take Evan to the Slug Club.

Quickly after the situation was settled he managed to pull on a very mismatched suit with an abundance of colors. Even his socks were far from matching. Seeing as one of them happened to be green and the other was completely missing. His hair was a complete mess and his pockets were stuffed full of small tins that held tiny skeletons of birds. They were his favorite. A dead bird was easy to manage and pick apart, but at the same time there were so many different types. Sparrows and Finches were his favorites. There were an abundance of them and that made it all the much more amazing when he found a new one.

Soon they made it to the venue. Evan was taken in by the beauty and glorious cloth that hung from the ceiling. He had never seen anything like this in his entire life. A small smile curled at the ends of his lips and a he sighed in the beauty. Finding a seat next to Rodolphus he looked around at all of the faces. His mom and dad were here and they looked beautiful. Rabastan looked tired and Evan patted him on the shoulder as if everything was going to be alright. Thirsty. Evan was parched and wanted to take part in the party. Maybe he could try that whiskey stuff that everyone seemed so fond of. "Uncle Rod, can you get me a glass of water... please?" Turning around in his chair he looked over at Rod with big eyes.

Hopefully the boy wouldn't spike the drink, or perhaps he would and it would make the night much more interesting. That would be something wouldn't it? Evan, waltzing around with a drink dancing with the ladies, conversing like a normal human. It wouldn't happen, not in a long time, hardly ever.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] May 1, 2013 16:14:36 GMT -8

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Raising his eyebrows at the girl before him. Kasch only shook his head with a smile. "Come on Alice, you can do this I have faith in you. Maybe you and I can share a drink and enjoy dinner for once without the distraction of anyone else." Kasch was thoroughly excited to mingle with others and the rest of the guys were going to be there as well. It was no surprise that he hadn't recieved a letter, but Alice was kind enough to invite him. He was a new kid, sure he's been here since September, but he decided that it was best to keep his head down, which was hard with the Marauders sharing a room.

She looked lovely and Kasch allowed her to link her arm within his and he led her from the common room down a number of stairs toward the venue. The party was just getting started and he found their seats just before Slughorn had decided to reveal his opening speech. It was marvelous as usual and Kasch stood once the festivites had begun. "Care for anything to drink?" His voice was quiet as his feet started to carry him to the bar. Grabbing a couple light drinks to get the party started his hand snaked it's way across her shoulders and with the other he handed her a very fruity and girl drink. "It's very sweet, I don't know what it is but I'm sure you'll like it."

With that Kasch brought his own drink to his lips, smiling at the commotion the boys across from him were making. The Marauders all went stag, all of them except for Remus who would have been the likely one who went stag. It was very odd to see Remus with a girl. A smile crept at the corners of his lips as he looked on. Vincent was here, a lot of Slytherin members actually, there were the few out of house characters spotted here and there, a couple of professors, but most of the people involved where from high ranking families, or were very intelligent. Alice was very intelligent even if she didn't see it in herself, Kasch knew that was why she happened to be invited to this get together. The pair of them were going to have the time of their lives.

Slowly he started to listen in on the conversations around them, all the while he tried to keep Alice's attention. Snatching a small plate from in front of him, Kasch filled it with all sorts of goods that would cover them for a little while. Meats and Cheeses, some from out of the area and they were of high quality. It reminded him of the parties his parents used to throw.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] May 3, 2013 22:56:05 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2013 22:56:05 GMT -8

Integra was well versed in proper dinner party ettiquet. What she was no used to was being so vulnerable. With Rabastan still in pain, it felt like they were exposed. Like dry skin in the pounding sun. Like going to class naked. Right now it felt like they had only each other and everyone else was staring at them. Parents weekend had left everyone raw and scarred. Integra was doing her best to protect herself and Rabastan from anymore damage. If that meant fetching him drinks and staying by his side, so be it. In honesty, she felt closer to him now. As he requested the beverage her face curled into a smile reserved just for him, and she nodded. "I know what you like. Don't worry."

But Rab wasn't the only one who needed support right now. Rodolphus was going through something Integra could only imagine. Joram on the tail end of it. The Black sisters were facing a fact of life that Integra could only ever dream of. They'd lost their father and while Integra could only pray that sort of thing would happen in her life, she understood what the girls might be feeling. The thought of losing Rabastan was still fresh in her mind. There was no way the Black Sisters could have felt much better. Retrieving the drink for him, Integra sat at his side like she would the rest of the night. Rodolphus was looking rather sour as he walked in, Evan at his coat tails. There was a little worry in her about how Evan might do over the duration of the evening, but he had his birds and hopefully that would be enough to keep him occupied.

Rabastan spoke again and her attention turned to him, a strand of her hair fell loose at the side and coiled its way down the frame of her face. "Honestly it was the easiest way to get Evan to stop crying. If I had it my way you know I would have told him to take Joram. I just.... I can't stand the thought of the two of them facing a crowd like this. Not so soon." She smiled and then looked down the table at her friend. How was she even doing it? How was she even here? Swallowing she sighed and looked back to her date, catching a glimpse of Professor Mortelle in the process.

She would be eternally grateful for him. Vincent had saved Rabastan's life. For this she felt she would be forever indebted to the man. "Don't forget... if this is too much you can tell me. I'll create some diversion. Evan's here so it shouldn't be too hard." Using Evan's mental instability to her own personal gain was wrong and immoral. But Integra knew just which buttons to push and which to stay far far away from. Her hand reached for the glass before her as she took another long sweeping look at the room. Cute. Gallagher and Muler were here. The night was sure to be interesting as she was certain they wouldn't have dared making an appearance. Yet here they were. Integra let her eyes meet Joram's and she winked. Not a damn thing was going to hurt the people she loved. Not tonight. Not ever.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] May 4, 2013 0:56:52 GMT -8

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"Obviously yer super lucky, tha's how." Truth was, Cait had been instantly infatuated with Edwin Muler from the moment she spotted his big feet from under her table in the library. "Don't worry.. we'll say its from both o' us." Now that she had him, and they'd gone through even something as trivial as that fight, Cait never wanted to let him go. Eddie was everything she could have imagined love would be like. And to top it all off, he was one of her best and closest friends. It was whirl wind like at this point, but he'd made an impression on her now that she could never forget. He was kind and handsome, and Cait sensed a bravery in him that could defeat anything in its path. She admired him for being Eddie Muler. And never wanted him to change.

"A whiskey... on the rocks.. Jameson please. Better make it a double." Cait felt that whiskey should be left to the people who made it right. The Irish. And wouldn't touch another brand. His words, though she knew they were in an attempt to comfort her, sounded half like a challenge. Eddie was right though. Why not try and have fun? Why not drown out all the bullshit with liquor? Fuck Joram! Who needed him anyhow? She had new friends now and would drink in their sober honor. Live it up! Rub it in Joram's face that she was doing just fine without him. Truth was, Cait felt absolutely horrible about everything that had happened and missed him more than she could ever express.

As Slughorn began to speak, Caitlin guided Eddie to the table. Free food was not something she was about to pass up, and after downing the drink like a champion and waving for another, Cait felt like maybe she could hold her own against all of the intensity that was surely going on at the table. The spread on the other displays was amazing and once she had politely given her attention to the host for the evening, Cait turned quickly to piling food onto her plate. All sorts of snacks and goodies where there. Picking up what looked like a tiny spring roll the girl beamed at her date and held it out to him. "Ya have ta try this. They are soooo good." A playful giggle escaped her.

It was a front. Caitlin was filled with rage on the inside and sadness. Of course she was playing up her happiness and how well her and Eddie were doing. But while it was a mask to wear, the bliss of her relationship suited her. And while she herself knew that her smile was forced, Cait realized she very much enjoyed being so jovial with Eddie, and slowly felt herself wanting to stay that way. Even if she had to run away to Venezuela with him.

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The Slug Club: Legend and Legacy [Invites/Plus-Ones] May 4, 2013 2:40:17 GMT -8

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She was nervous to say the least. Though both her best friends were here it was still a high pressure type of night. At first the idea of this made her feel sick and upset and a myriad of other things. Now Alice was thinking about what time it was and how long this could keep her up. Could this sort of party wear her out completely? What if she got totally sloshed and managed to sleep for a whole day. The thoughts buzzing about in her head started to sound nice and actually calmed her. Granted she didn't like or know half the people in the room, Alice felt that was all the better as they were hardly in any position to judge her. And if they did, it mattered very little to the girl.

Her eyes rested on the glass before her and then trailed up to him with a smile before taking a sip. Her knees were pointed in his direction and her spine curved over her lap just slightly so she could be closer to him. Was this flirting? His arm was around her shoulders. It certainly felt like flirting. Sure they were involved now, but it had been so easy. Seamless. One minute they were just friends, the next they held hands when they walked down the halls and kissed sweetly goodnight. The best part about flirting with your own boyfriend, was that you already knew the outcome. They were already into you. There was no competition. So yes, she was flirting.

It was hard to say that the attention from him wasn't more than welcome. Alice hadn't felt like this in years and was loving it. So much that she didn't even say a word as he started to collect little things for them to snack on. Alice simply lifted her head to look across the table at James, Sirius, Remus, and his date, Marlene. Marly had been her best friend for years now and the site of her made Alice smile. "Marls I'm really glad you picked that dress. It looks amazing on you. But you know Remus... maybe they came together?? Not such boobs now, eh?" Her tone was teasing. After spending the last 5 years in the same house as the boys, Alice had seen a handful of odd stolen glances and had a very tiny hunch about Remus and Sirius. Though it was always squashed by tea with some other girl or Remus taking Marlene to the Slug Club party. It didn't matter though, Alice enjoyed the boy's company and was even happier that they were so accepting of Kasch.

Turning back to her boyfriend, drink glass in hand and straw clenched between her lips, her wide eyes sparkled at him. "I have no idea what you gave me... but it's really good. It tastes like... Pineapple.. and coconut.... and... Something pink." Her soft lips curled around the straw in a smile as she sipped it faster than she probably should have, all nerves she had beginning to fade away as though they had been checked at the door.