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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 12, 2013 19:23:11 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2013 19:23:11 GMT -8

Rodolphus had always had a flair for the dramatics. And delinquency. So it should have come to no surprise that he'd organize a way to combine the two loves of his life. With a little discreetness and a handful of Galleons (which he was not in short supply of), Rod was certain he had finally reached the mark in which his legacy at Hogwarts would be preserved. Everyone knew him as the wise-cracking, wealthy, pure-blooded womanizer and trouble-maker. He'd been behind many a scheme and plot at Hogwarts, (usually involving parties, liqour, sex, and the like), but it wasn't enough for this narcissistic bastard. He needed something more, something to make students say ten years from now, Oh, remember when Rodolphus Lestrange.... It was that sort of infamous glory that he most craved, needed, in point of fact. Which was why, this very night, while the stodgy professors and brown-nosing students of Hogwarts were tucked away in their beds, Rodolphus Lestrange would unveil The Nighthouse.

The Nighthouse, as he and his best mate Joram Mortelle had chosen to call it, was his magnum opus, his Titanic, the flag atop his very own Mt. Everest. He could imagine it, decades from now, The Nighthouse still being hosted, or at the very least, gossiped about in hushed, revered whispers. Rod would do his absolute damndest to make sure this event persevered, long past his graduation day and into the lives of every wealthy or pure-blood wizard (preferably both) of the future. Rod could already see himself appointing a successor, most likely the sixth year Hufflepuff Mortelle, and then Mortelle appointing a successor, and so on and so forth. After tonight, he would live in infamy. He would be a legend.

Rodolphus stood now in front of the Room of Requirement, peering down the halls to make sure their were no pencil-pushers waltzing about to ruin his fun. Nothing would get in the way of tonight. Dressed in his finest dress robes, Rod entered the the room, making sure everything was absolutely perfect. Rod had spared no expence in preparation for tonight's event. No doubt it would outshine even the glamour and reknown of the impending Fall Formal. The Room of Requirement had arranged itself into a long rectangle, large enough to accomodate a hundred gambling drunks, easy. To the right, was a large poker table. Rod was most looking forward to besting everyone in his favorite game of blackjack. There was a large platform for any gutsy witch or wizard wanting to duel (and for any of those that wished to place bets, of course). There was an open bar, darts, a dance floor, and lastly, a table full of food that he had conjured from the kitchens after persuading the house elves.

As Rod stood in the center of the dance floor, taking it all in, he hoped his system of secrecy would keep the snitches and unwanteds at bay. Obviously there was an entrance fee at the door (which Rod and Joram would happily split at the end of the night), and a separate buy-in fee at the poker table. To all those who were of an elite status or had the proper amount of coin, he'd sent invitations to. Certain invites were inevitable: Echoes, Malfoy, Maxwell, even the Head Boy Jacen Frost. However, there were a certain few he was suspicious of like those two Hufflepuff girls he didn't even know the names of, Head Girl Eden Wolf, Ravenclaw Giovanni, and especially that stupid git Potter. He checked-up on every single one of them through reputable sources and eventually decided they were all trustworthy. His paranoia, was understandable, however. After all the hard work he'd put into this place - for the first time in his life, no less - he couldn't let a single thing go wrong. Waiting for the first of the arrivals, Rod found himself smirking. Indeed, this would be a most unforgettable affair.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 12, 2013 20:41:38 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2013 20:41:38 GMT -8

Standing in front of the mirror in his dorm room, violet piercing eyes focusing in on themselves as the Mortelle boy adjusted his bow-tie. Brown hair falling flat from his head to his shoulders, Joram smiled at himself. One more thing, a hat. Even though it was black-tie even, Jor wouldn't be caught dead without it. Maybe it looked a little tacky, deciding against it Joram tossed it onto the bed. "I'm going out, don't wait for me, and don't be surprised if I bring a lady back." Speaking to his dorm mates, Joram opened his trunk.

Couldn't have a party without the booze, and sometimes that was something that was needed. Digging around he pulled out bottle after bottle, a wide variety of different spirits. Some wine for the more classy, gin, rum, whiskey, vodka, everything. Rod and Joram both had more money than anyone combined and when that came into play, it was no quesiton if they could throw a memorable party, the question was, would it all be worth it? The answer clearly was yes, and Joram was going to make damn sure nothing happened, because his glory and rep was just as at stake as Rodolphus' and he wouldn't let either of them take the fall.

News made it around to him that his dear cousin Adeline would be making an appearance. If she got into trouble there was no doubt she would run off and tell someone, that wouldn't happen, not under Joram's watch. If push came to shove he would more than definitely tie her up behind the counter and keep watch over her. Slipping the bottles into his well known messenger bag, Joram slipped out of the boys dorm. With Jacen Frost going it would be easier than hell to not get caught by the one and only Hufflepuff Head Boy, and that was a good thing. Tucking in his dress shirt and slinging the bag over his shoulder he was off.

The halls were silent as Joram stuck to the shadows, he almost got caught once, but he hid himself so well that the staff member slipped by without even noticing his existence. Finally making it to the entrance. He paced the corridor a few times and a door appeared. Pushing through, Joram watched as Rod was standing in the center of the dance floor. A smile silently creeping its way across his cheeks as he moved to the counter where all the alcohol would be held.

"You look like you're pleased." The grin still stuck at the corners of Joram's lips held tight. "I was thinking I would man the bar, hopefully our friends are generous enough to tip their bartender, of course, all profits will be split down the center, or perhaps I could mix a few, join in the fun, hit on the ladies and, well you know how it goes." Jor spoke as he started to unpack the prized possessions. There was no way in hell he would let the bar go unmanned, not with the amount of alcohol he was placing on the counter.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 14, 2013 13:49:21 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2013 13:49:21 GMT -8

Zeke Maxwell finished buckling his buckle that he had around his jeans as he eyed the t-shirts in his closet, still trying to figure out which shirt he was planning to wear with it. He knew that most of the people dressed up to go to the Nighthouse, but Zeke didn’t feel the need to dress up; he was going there for one reason and one reason only: To win. And he didn’t feel like he needed to wear dress robes, he wanted to be comfortable so he could focus on the game as opposed to how uncomfortable he was. Regardless, he didn’t want to feel underdressed so he picked out a white silk button up, and slipped it on, leaving the top two buttons undone and leaving it untucked from his jeans. Zeke rolled the sleeves so they were about three-quarter length and then grabbed a pair of black slip-on dress shoes and slipped them on his feet.

Zeke grabbed his brown worn-leather messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder as he headed out the door with a smirk, he had been looking forward to this from the moment he had heard about Rodolphus’s plan to open a gambling ring here at hogwarts. “First intelligent thought the brute has ever had.” Zeke muttered to himself. He couldn’t stand Rodolphus, not because of his personality, but because of what he had.

No; Zeke was not jealous of the LeStrange family fortune, or their impeccible bloodline. No, Zeke already had both of those for himself. Zeke hated the fact that Rodolphus had something that Zeke would sacrifice everything for, and Rodolphus could seemingly care less. Rodolphus seemingly had no concern or appreciation for what he had…

Bellatrix Black.

Yes, Rodolphus was the lucky bastard that Cignus Black had picked as his daughter’s suitor and future husband. Zeke could almost feel himself seething with anger as he thought about how little Rodolphus cared about Bellatrix, how rude he was to her… His hands clinched into fists as he gritted his teeth together. Zeke could once again feel the venom flowing through his veins, the very venom that Morgana had told him to hold onto, Morgana had told him to keep that venom and use it for their sessions. Zeke tried to contain the venom, knowing that it would make him unstable when he played tonight, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the thought of using his newest hex on Rodolphus. He remembered the sight of the house elf writhing in pain, and his mind mentally transformed the image from the elf into Rodolphus, Zeke felt a sick grin creep across his lips at the thought.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the room of requirement. He took a deep breath and stepped inside to find himself facing Rodolphus Lestrange. He felt his hand instantly start to make a move towards his wand that was packed inside of his messenger bag; but was quickly able to stop it and make it look as if it was simply a move to adjust his bag. “Control yourself, Zeke.” He mentally corrected himself, “Don’t let them know what you’re thinking.” Zeke took a deep breath and gave Rodolphus a fake smile, neither man would think of the other as a friend, but they knew the importance of pretending to get along in the pure-blooded world. “Rod, how you doing you son of a bi.tch?” he greeted him with a playful smile.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 14, 2013 20:00:18 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2013 20:00:18 GMT -8

Secrets. They made the world go ‘round and it seemed as if everyone was keeping them. Atlanta Vaisey, looking in the mirror, saw a girl with a very big secret looking back at her. It wasn’t a bad secret by any means, in fact, the very thought of it brought a strange sort of smile to Miss Vaisey’s lips. The smile perched itself on the left corner of her lips where it sat; waiting for her to think of something else, but the secret seemed to be burning a whole in her mind. Atlanta Vaisey loved the idea of gambling; it had been a secret passion of hers for quite some time now. Her father used to play tiny games of poker with her when they had had free time...and she had always had quite the knack for it. Tonight - playing the part of the pretty face - Atlanta would swoop in virtually under the radar, use her looks to her advantage, and then hopefully sweep the table with unforeseen winnings. Yes - her tell all smile didn’t falter for a second - she was in it to win it this evening at The Nighthouse.

She adjusted the pins in her hair, making sure that her up-do was going to remain intact for the rest of the evening. Finally satisfied, Lants realized she had to move forward if she was ever going to get out of the Common Room on time. Stepping forward, Atlanta lifted the skirt of her floor length black gown as she slipped into the high heeled pumps that were in front of her. They fit like a glove - in fact, everything did - it was, after all, Italian hand-made. Her fingertips reached up to pull up the shoulder of her dress and adjusted the back that swooped low to the small of her back, leaving her all but exposed. It was the perfect choice for the game that she wanted to play. A tiny tube of bright red lipstick was next on her list of adornments and she paid careful attention to the application. A pucker here, a wink at herself in the mirror - for a second, Atlanta saw the old her staring back at her. The girl that had been content to party hard with the Slytherins until she didn’t remember anything of the next morning. The girl that would have made-out with anything that had a pulse when she was drunk...the girl that she had promised herself that she would never be again.

And yet, ”Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

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She snatched up the handbag that was sitting on the side table and shook it, hearing the calming clanging of metal against metal.

There seemed to be a general lack of professors out that evening, making it simple for Atlanta to sneak up the few staircases that led to the Room of Requirement. When she finally got there, it was no surprise to her that they were collecting two galleons at the door. What was a party without pay. She rolled her eyes and forked over the two galleons only to enter a room that was...surprisingly empty. Immediately she locked eyes on each and every person that was already there, naming them in her head and refreshing her memory...but one stood out like a sore thumb.

”Well don’t you look like sh.it, Maxwell. Did you read the Black-Tie attire demand?,”[/b] Atlanta breathed as she leaned over the bar that was to her left, batting her eye lashes at the boys in the room, ”Atlanta Vaisey, at your service.”[/b] She cooed as she slipped behind the bar and grabbed a few bottles, sliding her hands around the shaker and giving it a quick turn around. She started to add the essentials; gin, vermouth, a lemon twist for looks...For but a moment, she took the opportunity to observe them. Mortelle seemed as if he couldn’t stop smiling and she assumed that it was pride in the generally explosive environment that he had put together this evening. Rodolphus on the other hand seemed as if he was enjoying his work immensely, no doubt thinking about how much money they would be making this evening. Rodolphus had a certain charm about him, something that Lanta reminded herself to keep a watchful eye on, ”You boys certainly know how to put on a show-”[/b] She let the liquid flow out of the shaker and into the glass that she had waiting on her left. She put the martini glass into her right hand and then raised it in the boy’s general direction, ”Here’s to The Nighthouse.”[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size]

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 15, 2013 4:30:13 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 4:30:13 GMT -8

Tonight was THE night. Only days ago she had begged Joram, a good acquaintance of hers and also one of their hosts for the night, to help her pick out a dress. She'd never had to go to anything formal and didn't have anything to wear. There had been a bit of a panic over shoes until she confessed her inability to walk in heals. He'd laughed then helped her pick out some flats to match her dress. There was just one simple problem.

Straps. Never in her life had she worn something that wasn't held up by her shoulders. And she didn't have a ton to fill it out. Luckily, Samantha Parish a Hufflepuff fourth year, knew how to sew and helped her to tailor the dress to fit better. Still she felt uncomfortable. Self conscious. Even with the little shrug. But once it was all on, Caitlin looked in the mirror and swallowed. It looked okay. It had looked better on the model in the catalog, even if it did look fine on her. She supposed that it might look better once her hair was done.

Running a brush through it and taking her wand to it (repeatedly), Caitlin looked at the low messy side bun and shrugged. Sure. That looked cute-ish. Next was make up. This was very unsettling to Caitlin who was hoping that she could get away with just a little gloss and be fine. That was not the case. Staring into the mirror she thought back to the other day when she saw Waverly in the courtyard. Her makeup had been so pretty. There was no way she could replicate that. Of course she made the attempt and had to wash her face about a thousand times.

Eventually she managed to smudge on some sort of eyeliner, but left it at that and gloss. It looked... odd. And amateur. She was simply no good at this. It didn't matter. Tomorrow she would wake up, probably still drunk and totally sore from dancing the night away. She would get out of bed, pull on her comfortable, normal, knit hat, and denim jacket/hoodie pairing.

With a deep breath Caitlin resolved that this was as good as she was going to get it. Shaking off the insecurities, she looked around the bathroom she had chosen to get ready in. In her mind it was easier to sneak out if you hadn't even gone in. She stuffed all of her things into her bag and kicked it behind a toilet until she came back to retrieve it on her way back to the dorms. A count to three set her off for the night and she exited the loo dodging a ghost and hiding behind tapestries. It wasn't a horribly far stroll to the room of requirements. But it certainly gave her ample time to remember the password.

Pacing a few times the door appeared out of thin air, just like magic, Caitlin was obviously used to this sort of thing as this was Hogwarts after all; and wonderful things happened here all the time. Paying up the two galleons at the door with a bit of an eye roll, she bought herself entrance and stepped in. There was another girl there, a boy, Joram, and Rod. Lovely. Here she was attempting to be fashionably (or rather not so fashionably) late when in fact she was a trifle bit early. No matter. Putting on a cheery face, Caitlin made her way to the bar just as Atlanta was raising her glass. "Yay. Nighthouse." Her smile was faint and nervous but it was there. Leaning into Joram still holding the smile, Caitlin spoke through her teeth. "There is a weird something stabbing me in the rib cage. I hope you think this is worth it." She reached across the bar, took up a shot glass and a bottle of rum and tossed two back before breathing again and giving the room a little nod. Lucky for her, as plain as her make up was, she managed not to look like a drunken clown or this would have been much more awkward.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 15, 2013 13:19:53 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 13:19:53 GMT -8

Zeke watched as Atlanta walked in, and simply rolled his eyes at her as she addressed him, “Screw you, Vaisley.” Zeke snapped back at Atlanta, before tapping his temple and giving her a look of surprise, “Oh wait, already did, didn’t I?” Zeke gave Atlanta a smirk knowing that him bringing up their one night stand would embarrass her. There was a part of Zeke that felt bad for bringing up Atlanta’s history because he knew that she was trying to change and that part of her was long gone; but Zeke couldn’t allow himself to look weak. Not now, not in front of Rodolphus; Zeke needed to keep up his charade of being the typical pure blooded slytherin.

Zeke stepped over to the bar and got a drink of his own, taking a small sip out of the martini glass. “To the Nighthouse.” he said with a smile. He gave a polite nod over to Joram, he hadn’t spoke with Joram since the two of them had hung out in the kitchens. “Did you make anything to eat for this party, Joram?” He said with a playful smile, taking another sip of his drink.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 15, 2013 16:12:06 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 16:12:06 GMT -8

Tonight was the night of The Nighthouse. Never one for parties, Lucius had to admit he was looking forward to this event, in spite of himself. A Rodolphus Lestrange party was always something to look forward. They were always outrageous, filled with scandalous girls, booze, and loads of mischief. He had highly doubted that this party would be an exception. A Lestrange party was hardly a party. It was pure anarchy. Rumor of the Nighthouse had been circulating for weeks. A private affair only opened to the elite. Not to mention, expensive. At first, no one was sure if it was a legitimate thing, or just the concoction of some mischevious student. But when their invitations arrived, it was confirmed.

Despite being in the same house as Rodolphus, Lucius and him had never been especially close. In fact, the extent of their social exchanges were mutual nods of recognition when they saw one another in the Slytherin common room. Oh yes, I acknowledge that we're both, pure-blooded Slytherins. Have a nice day. Otherwise, they were practically strangers to one another. Regardless, Lucius knew he could expect an invitation to he and Bellatrix's impending wedding, as well as the rest of the pure-blooded social scene. Funny how upper class society was so involved yet so uninvolved.

Lucius stood in front of his wardrobe now, sifting through his embarrassingly vast collection of white dress shirts. Most bought by his mother. One can never have too much formal-wear, she frequently advised in her typical, misguided mother fashion. He scoffed under his breath as he thought of her now. What a twit, his mother was. Not particularly caring, Lucius pulled down the white shirt nearest to him. Removing the shirt he'd previously been wearing, he tossed it carelessly to the ground and put on the new one. It fit like a glove, perfectly tailored to his exact measurements. He buttoned it all the way up to the top, and put his black, dinner jacket over it. The event was black tie, after all. Lucius smirked at that. Rodolphus, always so over-the-top. He would expect nothing less of the other Slytherin boy. Lucius had even cut his growing locks to his usual cropped style. They'd gotten quite long and stringy lately; no doubt people had noticed his rather unkept appearance as of late. Now he stood in front of the mirror, slicking his hair back, making sure every strand was in place. There, he actually looked like quite the gentlemen. That was new.

Unlike the others, Lucius had no plans on gambling tonight. Truthfully, he wasn't much of a risk-taker. He preferred stability and knowing for certain everything that was going to happen to him. No, instead he was coming simply to drink and have a good time. Sure, it would be mostly Slytherins whom he was having difficulty tolerating these days, but he was sure he could stand their narcissism and close-mindedness for a few hours.

Sooner than he expected, he was before the Room of Requirement. Of course, they would be charging an entry fee. The whole point of tonight was to get drunk and make a buck after all. Giving the doorman - a second year Slytherin boy with an awed look in his eyes - his money and flashing the invitation for him to see, he was able to proceed. Already the people assembled were drinking. He recognized most everyone he saw, but no one he was especially close to. Then again, was he really close anyone? He took a deep breath and immediately began poring himself a Vodka, straight, on the rocks. "Evening," he greeted simply. He eyed Zeke Maxwell and his casual dress. Clearly the bloke hadn't gotten the memo. Of course, Maxwell was never one for the rules. Lucius arched a brow at Zeke's comment toward Atlanta. Zeke was in a mood tonight, it appeared. "Don't be crass," he warned, surprising himself. He didn't know the Hufflepuff girl, though he'd been to a few parties with her in the past.

Music was playing and there were already some couples on the dance floor. Attendance was picking up nicely. However, the party had only just begun. Lucius was interested to see what the night would have in store for them.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 15, 2013 21:43:01 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 21:43:01 GMT -8

Jacen had received his invite days ago. He was pleased with what these boys had concocted and he was ready to have a fun night. He gelled his hair into his typical faux hawk and put on his best dress robes. He checked himself in the mirror for almost fifteen minutes before taking the first step out of his dormitory. Everyone would be asleep in the Hufflepuff dormitories anyway so he didn't bother to sneak out. He strolled through the hallways, even if he was stopped there would be do punishment, he could say he had been patrolling.

He found his way to the Room of Requirement, letting himself in. He grinned at the group of scum that had been invited this evening, and were currently in attendance. "Ladies, Gentleman, Lucius. How is everyone this fine evening?" he took a few steps into the room, head directly towards the bar. He passed Atlanta, Caitlin and was approaching Jor. As he got to the bar, he turned quickly and began hysterically laughing. "I'm sorry but honestly who would have bet that there were more Hufflepuffs in the room than any other house. Viva la Hufflepuff" he raised his bottle of rum, supplied by Jor and took a swig. This was going to be a good night, and he knew it

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 15, 2013 22:57:12 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 22:57:12 GMT -8

Finally, a valid excuse to get absolutely shit faced and waste money. The last few weeks had been down right horrible at the best of times. Nothing was normal at this point in her life and all she wanted was a night of reckless abandon to drown out the sense that she was losing her grip on reality. Not to mention her firm grip on her own life. So when Joram, in confidence, told her about their little party, she was especially ecstatic. It would be perfect.

Naturally she had to look perfect as well. However, as much as Joram wanted this to be glitzy and fabulous, Integra had made a commitment to the 'perfect dress' and was reserving it for the ball. It seemed silly and trivial and quite frankly, stupid. But Integra wanted to wow Rabastan when he saw her in her ball dress. Running her hands over the emerald stitching, the girl sighed and tucked the dress carefully back into the box and slipped it under her bed. Tonight she would keep it simple with a classy little black dress. The lace was a bit different for her, but it was one of her favorite numbers.

It fit like a glove and wasn't as slutty as she could have managed it. Tonight wasn't about being a whore like it normally would have. Tonight's goal was to drink until she felt normal again, and try to get Rabastan to loosen up. If he showed of course. Lord knew that he might think it a waste of time to attend a party thrown by his brother. Still, Integra was greatly hoping she could get him to have a good time.

It didn't take her long to curl up her long dark hair and fluff it out around her shoulders, and soon she was practically bathing herself in perfume. It was her signature scent; a mixture of Honeysuckle and poison. Once her 'night out' make up was slapped on her face, Integra dipped her toes into her pumps, and snatched up her clutch.

It wasn't long before she was stalking across the opening to the room of requirements. She'd sneaked out dozens of times before so getting here was not a problem in the slightest. There was of course the door fee, which she gave to the short young boy and stuck up her nose. "I wouldn't advise you to dip your sticky little fingers into that earnings. I know it looks pretty and its more money than you'll have in your pocket until you're at least another foot and half taller, but try to resist."

With a slight grin, Teggy moved past the entrance and gave a nod to Joram. He seemed busy so she made a little motion with her hand that signaled him to bring her a drink. He knew what she liked and Integra trusted him not to drug her. Or maybe he would and it would liven up her night. Approaching Rod with caution, the sinister and lovely girl drew in a deep breath and smiled. "Quite the affair you've put together here. I'm surprisingly impressed." It wasn't actually a surprise. His parties were always the best parties. And this was not in the slightest of exceptions.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 15, 2013 23:19:22 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2013 23:19:22 GMT -8

Adeline Claire Giovanni stood before her long full body mirror. Running a brush through her strawberry blonde locks, Addie was very excited for tonight. Normally one for not running a muck, or getting involved in the slightest with Joram Mortelle, she felt oddly comfortable with this adventure. After all, that was all this happened to be, an adventure. With a flick of her wand, Adeline's hair curled up in gentle rolls, as she applied her own makeup. Puckering her lips with a grin, she knew how to have a good time, but tonight wasn't about that. The more difficult part was getting past Hestia and that was part of the fun.

Fingers running down one of her amazing blue dresses, she smiled brightly. Someone had mentioned that it was a black tie affair, and Adeline was not in short supply of formal wear. Picking out a tea-length royal blue dress that bustled out at the hem with the use of a petty coat. She was certain to be an eye catcher. Shimmying into the fine fabric Addie ran her fingers through her hair, making absolutely certain that nothing would make it go flat. Finally satisfied with herself, as icy blue eyes stared back, there was one last thing. Her shoes.

Pulling open her wardrobe once more and picking a pair of royal blue pumps, the Ravenclaw girl slipped her feet within and stood up straight. Unlike most girls her age, high heels have been in her possession from a very young age. Her mother wore them and Addie loved to play dress-up. It was in her blood to look amazing and presentable, tonight would be no different. Slipping her wand into her thigh high, Addie grabbed a light sweater and the invitation, folding it up in her hands. Before marching her way out of the door and toward the Room of Requirement.

Heels clicking every step of the way, purse slung from her arm, which also, was in the same shade of royal blue. It was very clear that Adeline Giovanni loved the color blue and was extremely proud to sport the color. Approaching the door, the very obvious Ravenclaw girl, flashed her invitation and handed the boy two galleons before entering The Nighthouse.

Stepping into the room, she looked around. Suddenly fear had gripped her heart, but it only held for but a moment. This was the first time she was caught outside her dorm room with people she wasn't exactly fond of, but she wouldn't act out, that is unless someone else did toward her. Finding a seat near the side of the room, all on her own. Addie admired what it was her cousin happened to put into this night, and that as when her eyes scanned the room and they rest solely on one individual for a rather extended amount of time. Rodolphus Lestrange.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 16, 2013 0:27:00 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2013 0:27:00 GMT -8

Rodolphus found himself breathing a sigh of relief to see that Bellatrix wasn't among the partiers. He'd been strict about invites, but sometimes things fell through the cracks. Honestly, Rod had doubted that any of the Black sisters would show up, given their family's recent scandal regarding gambling. It certainly would be ironic, to say the least. The last thing he needed was the Wicked Bitch of the West ruining his fun tonight. After all, he had every intention of getting pissed-drunk, and there was no amount of room for Bellatrix in those plans. Thankfully, the only thing that appeared awry this evening was Zeke's clear disregard for the dress card. Rod arched a brow at his casual attire, nodding a greeting. "Satisfactory, Maxwell. But... pray tell, what part of 'black tie' did you take to mean 'dress like common filth?'" As far as Rod knew, this was just the usual banter between them. He had no idea Maxwell wanted to rip his head off.

He raised his glass with everyone else; he had poured himself Firewhisky, his signature drink. All in all, it was a pretty respectable crowd, and there were still plenty more to come. When Atlanta spoke, Rod grinned, having partied with her many times in the past. "Well, if it isn't the Hufflepuff Princess herself. Can't say I saw you at my last shindig. Though I must say..." he drew closer to her, looking her up and down as if she were a piece of meat. Which is what she exactly was in Rod's eyes. His failed to finish his thought, but added with a devilish smirk, "Meet me in a broom cupboard later, will you? It's a sin against nature that Maxi-pad's touched you before I have."

Playing the hospitable host, Rod moved on over to the bar where there stood Joram, Jacen, and... what was that girl's name? Rod poured himself another glass of Firewhisky and he winked at Jacen. "Drink up and have the time of your life, Jacen. Because chances are, you won't even remember it come sunrise." With that, he turned to face the others in the world. "Ladies and gentleman, deviants and people I don't actually know the names of," he flicked his glance toward Caitlin and the Ravenclaw wallflower on the other side of the room. "Tonight is the first ever opening of the Nighthouse, and I can assure you it shan't be the last. As a Lestrange, there's many things I've been expected to achieve in my lifetime. But I can say right now, this is my crowning achievement, and I've done it all for you lovely people. So, Joram will be manning the bar. Please tip kindly. You'll notice the dueling platform for our entertainment, the poker table and our dealer for the evening", Rod motioned toward the table and a house elf that stood atop it, straight from Lestrange manor "and of course, the dance floor. Now, let's all shut the fuck up and dance!" Drinking the last of his shot, he threw the empty glass to the wall, watching the glass shatter. Then he grabbed Integra by the wrist and shimmied out onto the dance floor, waiting for the crowd to disperse to their respective vices.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 16, 2013 1:04:17 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2013 1:04:17 GMT -8

A smile ten miles wide held his face as he watched the festivities unravel. Many individuals came through the door and he smiled. As Rodolphus pulled Integra to the dance floor, and grinned. "Zeke Maxwell! My man! Of course I did, couldn't let the house-elfs have all the fun! There are a plethora of goods, mostly sweets though, help yourself I made enough to last the weekend." Joram was actually rather busy, and he even taught the house-elfs a thing or two when it came to baking and cooking.

Turning to Cait, Jor laughed and shook his head. "If it's bothering you so much, get piss ass drunk and take it off, nobody will complain. I know I won't." With a cackle Joram launched himself behind the bar, threw up a few mugs of butterbeer, followed by a variety of harder drinks. Couldn't let everyone get their hands on the booze before he managed to knock back a few shots. The festivities were already getting started, and tonight, Joram knew in his bones, would be a night to remember.

"OI! Lucius! If you want more of that get your ass over here and I'll give you a secret password!" Joram knew how to keep his game up, and everyone would be involved. He was a supplier, a dealer, and if people wanted the good shit they would have to go through him. Filling a glass to the brim with Grappa, Jor kept it at his side. It was a nice drink for those that could harbour the taste. "Also, some of this shit you can't even find in Knockturn, have to have connections. And I can tell you, of that I have many." The glass shattered and Joram's eyes looked up as he was cleaning out more of the glass, mixing drinks in every variety. There were a few nobodies, and then he saw Adeline come through the door.

"Who the hell invited that nark?!" A scowl came to his face, she sat quietly in the corner staring at Rodolphus. With a shake of his head, the only thing that Joram could do was laugh. "Honey, there isn't anyway you're going to get with that, he is far too out of your league." The burn was enough to sear the flesh from bone, but that was all he had to say to her. If anyone thought of narking it would be her, and her alone. "You better not go crying to your twit of a father, or there is going to be hell to pay." He muttered to himself and turned back to the party.

His bow tie was prominently placed at his front just tucked underneath his chin. Hair fell into his eyes as he just sat back and watched, making certain that anyone who wanted a drink had one. Integra seemed like she was having a ball, not to mention that Rodolphus wouldn't let her have any less. What he would do to get in bed with that man. What he would give up, only God knew how much Joram wanted him, but he was busy bringing in profit.

Grinning at Jacen, Joram only smiled again. "Viva il Hufflepuff!" Raising his glass of Grappa, Joram slung back a enormous gulp. "Echoes! I heard that! Don't give all your praise to him what about me? You know these spirits aren't going to supply themselves!" Calling out he slammed a plastic jar on the counter with a slip of paper adhered to the outside. $10 bucks I'll take one piece off!

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 16, 2013 6:47:17 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2013 6:47:17 GMT -8

Zeke laughed at Rodolphus, trying his best from launching himself at him and trying to manually rip his throat out with his bare hands, who did he think he was to question Zeke? Sure, Zeke had read the card, he was away that the dress code had said “black tie” but quite frankly, he didn’t care. Rodolphus had sent out those cards, and in Zeke’s mind, if he had dressed accordingly then he would be obeying Rodolphus and that: was flat-out unacceptable to Zeke Maxwell. “The part where you told me to do it.” Zeke shot back in retort to Rod with a fake smile plastered on his face, he had to keep reminding himself to maintain his composure or he would expose himself to the entire room.

Zeke snapped his attention away from Rodolphus to Lucius as he made the comment, he gave Lucius a glare wondering who this Malfoy thought he was trying to tell him what to do. “What’s that Malfoy? Got a soft spot for the huffie?” He arched an eyebrow dangerously at Lucius; Zeke didn’t need to keep his composure with Lucius, there was no danger of being exposed to the rest of the room as to what his horrible mood was about. Zeke stepped towards Malfoy with a smirk, “What? Has Malfoy gone soft on us now? You want to trade in your Emerald Serpent for a yellow beaver?” Zeke knew that he was just projecting his anger at Rodolphus and Bellatrix towards Lucius, but the sight of Rodolphus had the venom in his veins boiling over, he needed to find release somehow and if that meant starting something with Lucius… then that’s what it would be.

That plan was quickly averted when he caught Rodolphus out of the corner of his eye pull Atlanta is closer; Zeke forgot about Lucius and made it over to Rodolphus in three quick strides, “Hands off LeStupid.” He barked at Rodolphus, yanking Atlanta away from him with a glare. “Did you forget that you’re an engaged man. Perhaps you should take that into consideration right about now, instead of trying to sleep with my sloppy seconds.” Zeke’s glare found Rodolphus’s eyes and they were full of hatred and animosity towards him. Zeke could feel his fingertips twitching, his entire being wanted nothing more than to pull his wand on Rodolphus and resolve the entire issue with Bellatrix. Zeke realized a little too late that he had probably just exposed himself to the entire room and he would need to recover quickly, he stepped back from Rodolphus and slipped his arm around Atlanta, pulling her close and holding her there; “Besides, you’re like a house elf chasing a broom stick; you’d spend all that energy chasing it, but once you got it, you wouldn’t have a clue what to do with it.”

Zeke turned towards Atlanta, brushing her hair behind her ear and lowering his lips to it, appearing very sensual to the rest of the room; “For the love of Merlin, Atlanta. Please, cover my arse right now, I’ll explain everything to you tomorrow. Now giggle, please?” he whispered into her ear pleadingly.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 16, 2013 10:03:00 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2013 10:03:00 GMT -8

Much to her surprise, Marlene had received an incredibly interesting invitation. Now, it wasn’t anything that she spread around, but Marlene had definitely not grown up in poverty. Her parents had been “blood traitors”: her father, especially. The McKinnon clan of Scotland was one of the most wealthy pureblood families in the area—and her father had been the last of the line, inheriting the whole lot of the wealth. She had grinned while reading the invitation. Now, she dind’t regularly associate with the target audience, here… assuming, while seeing Ro-dud-phus Lestrange’s name along with Joram’s, that many involved were going to be the gits with whom she shared a quite mutual hatred… But that would make taking their money all the more fun. Plus—when had Marlene ever turned down the offer for a new experience?

Which was probably why Joram had put her name on the invitation list. She definitely knew that it hadn’t been Lestrange’s idea. It could be said that they’d… locked horns. A time. Or two. What could she say? She wasn’t the time to sit idly by when it came to people like him. And Lucius Malfoy. And Bellatrix Black. Among others in their house. It tended to not make Marlene friends amongst the Slytherins… but it certainly expanded her friendship numbers amongst the other houses.

So, despite—or maybe because—she knew it would be a night in a room full of high tensions, Marlene had got all dressed up. It was fancy dress, after all, and poker games tended to be a bit testeosterone-heavy… a nice, sexy dress would just up her odds of winning. She smirked as she looked in the mirror in the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory. She knew she had an awesome body—she was quite proud of it. For this particular occasion, she’d decided to go with her favorite dress, full of dramatic black lace clinging to her curvaceous frame. Taming her hair with a quick charm, Marlene grinned at her reflection, pleased.

Following the instructions on the invitation, Marlene snuck out of her common room, her heels clicking along in the corridors as she made her way to the spot listed, and grinned. The more adventurous, and explorative of students tended to discover this particular spot. Marlene had heard it called the Room of Requirement, but she was certain it was the single-most magical spot in the world. Entering it now, she observed her surroundings. Poker table, bar, and … people. People she hated, and surprisingly, quite a few girls she hadn’t expected. Interesting… well, that meant that the extra sex appeal might not be quite so helpful, but looking like this was never a bad idea, in her opinion.

Marlene had entered the room during the tail end of Ro-dud-phus’s speech. She glanced at Joram at the bar – a casual acquaintance, but as the wild child she was, she saw a lot more of him than she guessed most students might… Marlene laughed to herself at the idea of the dueling platform for “their entertainment,” as Lestrange said – please. ”All the better a stage to kick your ass to the curb,” she murmured, more to herself than anything as she wandered farther into the room—her path sending her to the bar. Shut the fuck up and dance? Gladly, she thought, as soon as she got this… Marlene gave Joram a grin. ”Hey,” she greeted. ”You’ve got my favorite, right?” She waited a beat. ”Spiced rum, if you’ve forgotten, Joram.” Of course, she doubted he’d forgotten – she grabbed a bottle from him nearly every time there was a party going round. And every time Gryffindor won a match. … or lost one, to be honest. What? Marly was a sharer when it came time to celebrate. Or commiserate. Or just because. ”Now, please, give me the name of one person here worth dancing with.” She begged of the night’s bartender, glancing around to scope out the room. There were attractive males all round—but so many of them were too much of an arse to even consider worthy of any dance but a duel. Or a fist fight.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 16, 2013 10:32:44 GMT -8

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Jacen smiled as Jor joined him in his toast. He smiled and leaned against the bar. He recognized almost everyone who walked through the door, except for one or two of the quiet girls. He smiled as Rod went into his speech, raising his bottle with him as he spoke. As the speech ensued a girl in a black dress strode over to the bar. She was talking to Joram and Jacen could not help but check her out. The girl was hot and she knew it. Then to top it off she asked for rum and a good dance partner.

Jacen smirked and winked at Joram, nodding at him. He would take over here. "Excuse me my dear, I believe I am the man you are looking for." he spoke quickly and coolly. He turned to face her and smiled one of his bright smiles. Jacen was recently engaged but as he had so kindly noticed, his future fiancee was not present at the moment. Neither was any of her sisters, which was also a plus.

"Jacen, Jacen Frost. Though I am sure you already knew that fact." he winked at her and laughed a bit. Who didn't know Jacen, a legend throughout this school. Infamous and famous in his own right, and never one to shy away from conversation. "I happen to have rum and dance moves that would make even someone as amazing as you are swoon" he stands there smirking awaiting a response.