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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 19, 2013 4:19:33 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2013 4:19:33 GMT -8

Stretching in his bed, Vincent looked up at the clock on the wall. Yesterday had been extremely satisfying. So said the autographed books and other things. Standing up he rubbed his head not really remembering the happenings of the night. A yawn escaped from his lungs and he realized that it was nearing dinner time. Sleep was for the weak, he remembered saying to himself the previous night and then passed out in the wee cracks of dawn. Rubbing his eyes, Vincent's feet carried him through the hallways of the Mortelle house in Sicily. It was silent. Lydia, his sister, was off on vacation in the Bahamas with her husband and his parents were home either. Groaning he waltzed down the grand staircase, with some what of a hop in his step.

Tonight was the night of the party, and he had a lot of planning to do. It's been years since the ragers of his youth ishness. Looking at the Invitation that was pinned on the bulletin board, V pulled his zebra striped bathrobe tight around his body and tied it off. Fixing himself a bowl of Count Chocula, he grabbed the dialy prophet off the counter and started reading about different happenings. Spooning the chocolate and marshmallowy goodness into his maw he nodded. A picture made it on the front page, it was of him and Rian Lewis. Yesterday was up there with the Rhino in greatness. Hanging the picture on the board next to the invitation a smile brighter than the North Star shone across his pearly whites.

Finishing off his bowl of cereal, Vincent smiled. "Well, better get ready. It's a party after all and I don't want to be late." Turning the music up loud through the huge house, V danced across the floor rocking back and forth. His sound system was rather amazing and put together with muggle a wizard devices. Black Sabbath was blarring through the estate like it was nobodies business and Vince was right there singing along. Shimmying across the floor pretending to play the electric guitar. It was very clear to him, that the muggle musicians of this day and age were amazing and tomorrow, well he was going to a music shop tomorrow and finding an electric guitar before work. Or was it Saturday. No, he was going to call in sick, at least let Noomi know that he wasn't going to be in.

That list Joram had supplied him with earlier had tipped him off. Normally it was riddled with orders for Whiskey, Rum and Vodka. Not this high class, big baller spirits and mixes. He wanted a whole bar, and Vincent wasn't going to complain, unless he wasn't invited. Vincent had to hold his boy down in order to get an invitation, threatening to cancel the order and snitch on the party. Jor procured a hand written invitation, it was in the scratchy Lestrange scrawl and all Vince could do was smile and tell him how proud he was for getting in good with the larger families.

Acting like he was playing an air guitar Vincent's eyes scanned through his wardrobe. "What to wear what to wear?" Speaking only to himseld he sifted through the many clothes. Tight leather pants hung neatly, old tee-shirts . "None of this....I'VE GOT IT!" Pulling out one of his most hoity toity suits with a large collar and frills. "This is a throw back," he chuckled as he removed his uniform from the British Royal guard, it still had blood stains on it from Waterloo. Stripping down to nothing but his skivvies he pulled on the trousers from 1815. The boots were somewhere in here as well. Crouching down he noted that they were a little tighter than the used to be, but nowhere near as close to what the leather pants of today felt like against his olive skin.

"Oooohoho, these are still as sexy as the day I got them. Thank you Mr. Wellington!" Slipping on a pair of socks before the black over the knee boots. Vincent smiled at himself in the mirror. "No wonder the ladies always wanted me. I look good." Checking out his own ass before donning the undershirt and redcoat that was stained with a darker hue of maroon upon the breast. Bullet holes pierced through a sleeve and he touched it. Remembering the war he narrowed his eyes lost in thought. "It's 1976 V, no need to worry, you're good now. Palmer Watts is in a better place now and he fought bravely. There was no saving him, you have to remember that." Swallowing he stood up straight. His hair seemed a little flat, but that was alright. Finding a small leather thong he tied the length of at the base of his neck. "Makeup!" Still the music was shaking the walls as he crossed the hallway toward the master bathroom. Looking at his reflection in the mirror he took in a deep breath. Opening the cabinet in the counter below the sink he pulled out a very large black box.

Fixing himself some high definition cheek bones, paling his skin a little more and adding a bit of sunken texture under his eyes and gaunting his cheeks. Vincent felt perfect, there was one last thing. Taking in a deep breath his fang elongated and he smiled at himself in the mirror. The vinyl disk came to a stop just in time for him to go. Slipping into the ktichen he unpinned the invitation, stuffed a black tie into his pocket and apparated to hogsmeade. Checking the time he was already late, as always, but that meant the party should just be getting into full swing. Melding with the shadows like he taught Joram, Vincent found himself directly infront of the Room of Requirements. A poor little Slytherin boy was terrified out of his skin and V wasn't exactly sure why. Crouching down next to the kid he held out his hand. "Go to bed, you're too young to be out this late, and collecting coin. I'm shutting this party down." The black bag fell into the plam of Vincent's hand before he entered the room.

Everyone was in formal wear, dresses abundant and with ties and sportscoats. He laughed heartedly at the scene before him. Joram was talking with a Malfoy, as well as the Echoes girl. The Lestrange boys, both were here and he noted a few other Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, A couple Ravenclaw girls and more than a handful of Gryffindors. The music stopped at his entrance as he looked to the dancefloor.

"Well." His voice boomed over the crowd and stared at all the vacant faces. He looked like he could be the father of the oldest student in this room. "Don't you all look silly! It's almost Halloween and you're telling me that you're not dressed in costume, what kind of Mortelle party is this? Joram?!" Vincent crossed the room and lifted his nose to the air ever so slightly. Something was off about this party as he stared on. "Well, it looks like only two people have followed the proper protocol for this sort of function, and my son is not one of them. Carry on, I'll just sit back and laugh at you all while you mingle in your fancy wear. By the way, I brought my black tie, where would you like me to put is?"

Vincent walked up to a group of Slytherins and he smiled. Maxwell. "Oh Zekey, Zeke, Zeke, Zeke! Here you look out of sorts, put this on I even tied it myself." Putting the black tie around Zeke's head Vincent sat down at the card table. It was amazing to see what his son and his best friend put together, he could only assume. "Blackjack aye, I'm in. It's been years since I've played a round." Letting his hair out of the low ponytail it instantly stuck out in all directions as he found a seat at the table in between Rod and Rab, who was swarmed with ladies.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 19, 2013 7:18:45 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2013 7:18:45 GMT -8

Zeke looked over at Rabastan and then back to Rodolphus, then back to Rabastan, and then finally back to Rodolphus; “So… does your brother always fight your fights for you? Or just the ones that he knows you can’t win by yourself?” He let out a laugh as looked around for his drink, realizing that he left it over at the bar he shrugged, and turned his attention back to Rabstan once more; “First of all, you pathetic looking freak; which, for the record is saying something here at Hogwarts, Don’t begin to question why I do things. You should spend that time, worrying about your attire and that Merlin-awful haircut." Zeke chuckled for a second, "I’d be willing to wager a couple galleons to bet that every time your mother looks at you; she wishes she’d turned the neighbor’s dog down the night that you were conceived.” Zeke smirked as he pulled out Atlanta’s chair for her, as a true gentleman would. “And secondly, I would much prefer to leave your brother… in a hole somewhere in the forbidden forest… dead.” Zeke thought silently to himself, but allowing a sick and twisted smile to creep across his face. “However, you’re galleons will spend just the same, so yes, let’s play.”

Zeke had no sooner sat down when Rodolphus called him Maxi-pad, again. Zeke could feel his wand in his pocket, just itching for him to pull it out; however, Rabastan’s outburst had shown Zeke that if he was to just pull his wand it would be a two-on-one affair. He thought through his options, and even though they both seemed like they had a lot more alcohol in their system than he did he wasn’t enjoying his odds. Zeke eyed the dueling platform and smirked to himself. That would be his only hope at having a fair fight between him and Rodolphus, if Zeke wanted to get his pound of flesh out of Rodolphus tonight, he was going to have to find a way to get him on that platform.

The doors slammed open and before Zeke could even turn to look he knew who it was, it was the voice that haunted him in his dreams, Bellatrix Black. Zeke turned to see her and instantly he could tell she was drunk; much drunker than anyone else in this room at least. His initial reaction was to run over to her and put her to bed, and he felt his body involuntarily start to make a move towards her; he bit down hard on the inside of his bottom lip and forced himself to stay put next to Atlanta. Turning back towards the table, eyeing Integra and Rodolphus, watching as Integra walked away from everything that was going on, “running away to the bar.” He thought to himself, he made a mocking “o” with his lips and then covered it with his hand; “Uh oh. Looks like someone got caught with her hand in Bellatrix’s cookie jar…” Zeke just simply laughed at Rodolphus. “What’s wrong Rudolph? Problems with the misses?”

Zeke reached into his bag and pulled out his bag of Galleons and his cigarettes. He pulled out a cigarette from the pack, placing it between his teeth as he flicked open his lighter and took a long, slow drag on it. He neatly started stacking his Galleons in front of him into stacks of seventeen; he wasn’t sure why, but the number just seemed like a good number to him right now. He dared a glance over at Bellatrix, but his view was blocked by Vincent Mortelle, who was suddenly touching him… “Why is he touching me?” He wondered silently to himself, before realizing that he had put his neck tie on him. “Uh… thanks Mr. Mortelle…” Zeke really didn’t want to wear the tie, but at this point he didn’t really care, there was way too much else going on than for him to be concerned about a tie.

Zeke picked up a galleon and placed it in front of him, looking around the table, stopping on Bellatrix who was hanging over the freak-a-zoid Rabstan. He then looked over to Rodolphus, “Are you going to put your money in or what?”

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 21, 2013 1:34:11 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 1:34:11 GMT -8

Joram turned to look up at Lucius from the glass he happened to be cleaning. A smile on his lips turned out to be a little more distant than it should have been. "It's alright mate, as long as the drinkers tip, I'll be having a good time." In a matter of moments Integra skulked over and mentioned that she would man the bar. Raising his eyebrow for a moment before inwardly agreeing on his own. Jumping out from behind the bar, Jor stood upright next to Lucius. "Tegs, can you make me a 'Fear the Reaper' I need something strong." Leaning against the bar he smiled over at the blonde Slytherin.

"Sorry about the other night. Rod and I were planning out tonight and got a little shit faced. Didn't want anyone barging in on us and ruining our plans." Joram grinned a little at the words that came from his mouth, lie after lie after lie. Flashes of the night stuck solidly in his mind, but Bellatrix barged through the door and his nostrils flared in a bit of anger. Jealousy, it was a feeling he hadn't had the pleasure of knowing, not even when he saw Alice waltz around with that Morgenstern guy.

Taking in a deep breath he had to avert his eyes to look at Lucius. The pair didn't really have regular interactions in the slightest, but Joram knew how to get on with that. Shuffling a bit closer, Jor placed his hand upon Lu's shoulder. His lips inches from his ear."Yea, I think I might have something you're interested in by the way. From what I can tell you're interested in Vodka, and I happen to have connections. So if you'd like, the password, there is no password. You just tell me what you want and I can get what you want, top quality lowest prices, and I've been known to be very descrete."

A few moments passed and huge head of hair stepped in from the entrance. Just when he was thinking things couldn't get any worse. Hand moving toward his eyes and ones the drink was placed before him, his lips met the rim and he chugged the entire glass, once the butt touched the counter there was another one in its place. "Well, this is going to get very interesting very quickly." Feeling a buzz rolling through his head he watched his own father sit, and he pounded back another tumbler. "More...Teggy, fill it up..." This being his third glace, Joram shot a wink toward one of his best friends. "Thanks love, Lucius, darling, don't forgot about me okay." Placing a kiss upon his cheek, Jor stalked off with a bit of a wobble in his step.

With the drink in his hand, Joram could feel the warmth of the alcohol coursing through his veins and he grabbed Caitlin's hand. Fuck everything, I did it to myself. Happened to the only thought that ran through his mind.

Eyes shooting up as the women sat on either side of him. Martini already gone, but replaced with something else. At this point he didn't really care. Bells sat at his side, and the imposter sat next to him. The instant he laid eyes on Integra he knew, but he wasn't going to blow her cover. Right buzzed he was, and he didn't exactly want to blow anyones idea of a good time, it was a party afterall. Leaning back in the chair he threw his arms across both of the lovely ladies. A smile across his lips. "You know I'm in, big brother." Tossing a couple coins on the table he revealed his pearly whites and waited for everyone to buy in. Vincent followed suit and had one of the lovely ladies fetch him a glass of wine.

Striking him ad sort of odd, Rab tried to ignore it and pressed his lips against Integra's ear and whispered. "I know you're not her, she just went to the bar, but I'll play your game." With that he bit Waverly's earlobe without realizing who exactly she was. Turning to Bell's, Rabastan gave her a wink, and let his hand play with the tangle of dark hair. With his leg drapped across the other at the ankle, the Slytherin boy let himself finger Bella's chin before placing a good luck kiss upon her lips. "Let's play." Making room for Marlene at the table, Rabastan smiled remembering the day when she knocked Rod off his broom during the match versus Gryffindor.

Finally fed up with being a wallflower she passed Joram as he pulled along another Hufflepuff girl, she came to the bar and looked at Integra quietly and then to Lucius. "Evening." All hate aside, Adeline could really go for a drink and she pulled a glass from the countertop not even sure what was in it. Normally she wouldn't go for something like this. It had a nice amber touch with a few ice cubes. Letting the liquid touch her lips she looked up at Integra. The two weren't exactly on speaking terms, in fact she was quite sure that she hated her. "Look, about the other day. I know that I'm not exactly at the top of you book and all, but I'm going to apologize anyway. I don't want any hard feelings like those prats getting in the way of the night." Raising her glass, she slipped a sickle across the counter. "Don't give it to Joram. You're doing a better job than he did."

Turning to Lucius she smiled softly. Being a pureblood surely did have its perks, not to mention all the lookers were out tonight. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, Adeline nursed her drink like it was going out of style, and she didn't want to get drunk. She's never been drunk in the slightest, more so preferred a nice hot cup of tea. Getting in with Slytherins was a good move, but she had no idea how to act. She was a pureblood, yes very much so, but her father was so clear headed and analytical, it had reflected on her. She was a piece of meat swimming in a sea of sharks. Even her Uncle Vincent wouldn't be able to save her, especially if she sunk.

Flattening out the front of her dress, she parted her lips to speak, but nothing came out. Instead the glass met her lips again and she nodded. Staying quiet was a good thing, until someone spoke to her should wouldn't exactly speak out of term. Adeline understood what respect meant across the pureblooded families and she wasn't about to say no to that. "Evening Mister Malfoy, seems you've had both good luck and bad luck with the ladies. Surly there is one out there that will stick around with you through this chaos."

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 21, 2013 2:38:32 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 2:38:32 GMT -8

The glass in her hand almost shattered. As she swapped places with Jorrie and took over mobbing up the loose ice on the counter, Integra's eyes trailed up to look at Rabastan. He was so handsome. The tingling feeling of desolation crept up into her when he hadn't even said hello or anything. Not so much as a touch from him. Wasn't their relationship originally based on appearances in the first place? This didn't seem like much of an appearance. They hardly could have looked like anything more than fellow party goers.

So naturally her irritation and anger only increased as she spotted him now leaning into the ear of... Her?! What the hell? She could not have been that drunk already. It was only two drinks into the night and she wasn't that light. Someone had stolen her face. Admittedly, she looked incredible in that dress. Tonight she'd opted for something a little less slutty hoping to impress Rabastan. It seemed that wasn't working; and while she wanted to be mad at him, how could she find him at fault if he thought this doppelganger was the real Integra? It was the impostor she was mad at.

Until only seconds after nibbling on Integra's ear, he turned and gave Bellatrix a kiss. There was a fuming mad growl coming from her in the short seconds that passed while only her and Lucius were there. The glass splintered in her hand when she heard Addie's voice. Coming out of her fury induced trance, Integra looked at her, then to her cut up hands. Covering them with a bar rag and sweeping up the glass Integra tried to keep her thoughts together. "Adeline. I'm only going to say this once. Do not make me hurt you. I don't want it to come to that. Especially not tonight. Especially not here. It's not you I have a problem with at the moment."

The rag kept the minimal cuts under control and Teggy paid them absolutely no mind at all. Looking down at the Sickle on the counter Integra almost sneered. She didn't want that tainted money. But it was money, and it didn't hurt to make a buck or two. Tucking the coin into her cleavage she nodded at Addie and looked back at the card table. The unmistakable jut of black hair gave him away immediately. Integra knew what Jorrie's father looked like obviously and there were features one could not ignore that gave them away. "Addie... Sorry love." Pulling her wand out of a concealed hook on the inside of her dress, just under the arm, Integra made a wave at her own hand then another at a glass on the table. It twisted into a crystal tea cup with matching saucer and filled itself with tea. "It's not getting back to your father that you were here drinking. If anyone asks, the tea is yours and that glass you have is mine. Got it?"

Giving the girl a stern look, Integra moved onto her next devious plot. Uneasy about being nice to a Giovanni, Integra felt she needed to replace it with something wicked and eyed a tiny vial she produced from between her breasts as well. Grabbing a round tray and glasses, Integra began mixing drinks. A gin and tonic, a wine, a few fruity drinks for the girls, and a few vodkas and other things. Taking the glass with rum in it and setting it on the tray she glanced in the bottom to be sure it was over the little paper mark she'd put there to keep it separate.

As the vial tipped mixing with the rum Integra grinned and looked up at Lucius and Addie. A long bony finger pressed to her lips at the two of them. Placing the other glasses on the tray she lifted it and brought it to the table where they were playing. The gin sat in front of Rab, and the wine in front of Vincent. The others were scattered between the players, a water and a dirty look served to Bells. The marked rum with the contents of the vial made it's home next to Zeke. As Integra had saved his ass, Zeke should have been none the wiser. With the bar out of his line of site it was just a drink.

As one of the fruity drinks clinked down by Integra the original copy gave her facsimile a bright smile. Integra!! How could you have not told your sister you were coming! I'm so bummed we couldn't match our dresses like we used to when we were little. Anyway, that dress looks amazing." She gave her another smile and looked along the players. "Well, I guessed on the drinks everyone so hopefully they are to your tastes." With a wink to Rod, Integra made her way back to the bar to watch. In about 15 to 30 minutes Zeke would get a tickle in her throat that would slowly grow into a cough, that would slowly grow into hair growing from his tongue. It wouldn't stop growing for about 48 hours. Then he could shave it off. IF he found a razor strong enough. And as requested, Rodolphus had a front row seat.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 21, 2013 9:49:01 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 9:49:01 GMT -8

Have I entered an alternate universe where everything that could conceivably go wrong does? Rod thought to himself, seeing the blonde Gryffindor that sat down at the table. Marlene McKinnon. In other words, the blonde beater that had sent a bludger flying his way in a match against Gryffindor and Slytherin a few years back. The bludger had sent him flying off his broomstick, falling to the ground in an unconscious. Admittedly, getting dozen upon dozen of get-well cards and treats (not to mention a few snogs) from googly-eyed Slytherin girls was a nice perk of the accident, but it was a humiliation he cared little to remember. Rod shot Marlene a dark stare. "If I had a good side, you sitting here would not be a good way to get on it."

Suddenly then, yet another person came to join them at the table. "Nursing home's that-a-way, gramps," Rod voiced. He shrugged his shoulders though, deciding the more the merrier. This bloke seemed... pleasant enough. Rod was especially enjoying the mild discomfort Vincent was giving Zeke. When he made mention of Joram, Rod made a face of surprise. This was Joram's father? Well, that explained a lot. Rod grinned, shouldering Vincent. "Any friends or father of Joram's is more than welcome here."

Raising at brow at Zeke, Rod replied "If by 'missus,' you mean that unsightly thing that just waltzed through the door, then yes... it's something akin to indigestion." Rod scowled, hoping the raven-haired bitch would konk out at the table in a few short minutes so he wouldn't have to deal with her insufferable existence. Merlin, the whole point of tonight, other than making money, obviously, was to forget about all the rubbish in their lives. Even if it resulted in a killer hangover the next morning. She was here now though. And he was far too lazy and preoccupied with Zeke's wave of insults to pay her a second mind. If anything, her drunken state would just make it easier for him to rob her blind. A wide grin appeared on his face, in spite of his growing intolerance. Coolly he replied to Zeke, "Simmer down, pumpkin. As exhilarating as your aggressive yet thinly-veiled sexual tension is, you're beginning to annoy me. Really, Maxwell, if you want to have sex with me, all you have to do is ask. Oh, and it's Mr. Rudolph to you."

Casting a sideways wink at his brother, Rodolphus put his own money into the ring, more than ready to get this game of risk started. It strange but he found he was actually able to mildly tolerate his brother that night. Until... he nibbled at Integra's year, whispering something inaudible but nevertheless annoying into her here. Rod remained expressionless, glancing away from their nauseating exchange of kink and affection. But then something peculiar happened. Another girl that bore a striking resemblance to Integra - and by striking resemblance, looked exactly like her. Rod wrinkled his face at what this new Integra said, scoffing. "A sister? Bollocks. Since when does Integra Echoes have a sister? One that looks exactly like her, no less." Rod cast an accusatory stare at the Integra sitting at the table, waiting for this girl to respond. Whatever. If Integra had a sister, then bloody good for her. He didn't have time for this nonsense. He was here to win, after all.

Flipping the top card over, an ace of spades, Rod was beginning to feel confident in his chances that night.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 21, 2013 10:07:44 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 10:07:44 GMT -8

Atlanta honestly wasn’t even sure that she wanted to be at this table any longer. What should have been a night of mindless gambling and drinking and...festivities seemed to be turning into a disaster of one man for himself. Zeke had pulled her into his lap so that she barely had a seat at the table...he could also see right into her hand. That was going to prove to be an interesting card game to say the least, ”Boys, all I want to do is play some bloody blackjack.”

[/b] She said rather loudly and slammed her martini glass into the felt table. She was beginning to get fed up with all the intensities that were sky rocketing around her. Sensing that Zeke was getting worked up again, she nudged him with her shoulder and then flipped some of her hair away from her face, ”Cool your jets, Zeke, you look like you’re sweating bullets and-”[/b]

Suddenly all eyes seemed to turn toward the door and Atlanta had to lean over Zeke to see what they were all staring at. A rather drunken looking Bellatrix Black and come into the room, staggering around and trying to find her way to the table it appeared. There was an immediate change in Zeke’s demeanor; he was very tense and all of his muscles refused to move in that moment. Atlanta thought for sure that he was going to jump from his seat at any given moment and rush to the insane looking woman who had just crashed the party. That was when it all started making sense. Zeke Maxwell had to feel something about that stone cold bitch! That was the only rhyme or reason that seemed to make any sense in this situation. That would also explain why he was being such a total ass to Rodolphus...he held Bellatrix’s marriage contract, ”Oh merlin-”[/b] She breathed, almost silently. She reached up and rand her hand through her brown hair as she concentrated on taking breaths in and out.

It was then that she smelled smoke and she immediately spun around, nearly burning herself on the end of Zeke’s cigarette, ”Share, sweets.”[/b] She demanded as she plucked it from his mouth and then placed it between her lips. She dug into her purse, pulling out a fair amount of galleons and putting them onto the table. She almost gagged when she saw the exchange between the younger Lestrange brother and the two Slytherins that he was sitting next to and she immediately looked away, turning so that her lips were in Zeke’s ear, ”Tell me, how long have you been in love with that...beautifully abhorrent creature over there.”[/b] She growled as she pulled away, ”It’s disgusting you know.”[/b]

She watched carefully as Rod looked at his cards, smugly admiring what he had turned over. Subsequently she turned over the three of hearts which meant that her luck seemed to be running in the opposite direction, ”Mr. Lestrange, did you even bother shuffling this deck?”[/b] She growled as she pushed a galleon into the center of the pot.

Someone set a drink in front of her and she immediately looked at it warily. She knew better than to drink anything that someone else had mixed for her, so she casually pushed it off to the right side. She looked at Zeke’s too and raised both of her eyebrows wondering if he would have the same idea.
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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 21, 2013 11:00:05 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jan 21, 2013 11:00:05 GMT -8

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Rodolphus seemed to be the first to recognize her presence and she couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill run from her feet to the tip of her crown. He looked so...angry that she was here. She gathered her skirt and pulled it up above her knees as she sat at the table. Leaning forward, she gave him a signature grin, her green eyes sparkling with delight, ”What’s wrong, Roddie?”

[/b] She asked, her words slightly slurred together in her drunkenness. She could see him looking past her and turned around, only to see the poor bloke that she had frightened lying on the ground, ”Ladies and gentlemen, The keeper of the zoo seems to have lost his cool-”[/b] Her eyes burned into his with all the intensity of a Fiendfyre curse, ”Could someone please get my husband a drink?”[/b] She waved her hands through the air, wondering where the damn servants were. Wasn’t this supposed to be a high end party? The least they could have done was hire someone to bring drinks.

They started dealing out cards and she immediately put her hands up in protest. She knew better than to bet when she was in this state that she was in, ”Count me out, lovers. I think my daddy’s spent enough of the family fortune on this forsaken game.”[/b] She breathed as she ran her hands through her dark hair, parting it to the left side.

Her eyes drifted around the crowd of people that were seated around the poker table. It seemed like there were a thousand faces that she recognized, but she was having a hard time putting names to the faces. Until she saw Zeke...and that slut of a woman on his lap. Immediately she stood up and growled, ”I’m sorry I didn’t realize this was a bring your own slut kind of party.”[/b] She said, her eyes burning into the side of Zeke’s head. It was almost as if he didn’t want to look at her...like he was avoiding her gaze, ”Who is she, Maxi-pad?”[/b] She narrowed her eyes at the girl that was on his lap, trying to figure out why she looked so familiar. After a few seconds, she realized just what a mistake standing up had been and she sat back down onto her stool, resuming her position of being draped over the younger Lestrange boy.

”Will you be my slut, Mr. Lestrange?”[/b] She breathed, her words all jumbled together. If Zeke could come to part like this with someone else, then she was most certainly granted the ability to play with whomever she chose. Rab seemed to latch onto her hair and she let out a loud cackle which was supposed to be a light giggle. He lifted her chin and for a moment, she wasn’t sure what was about to happen until he pressed his lips to hers. Kissing the younger Lestrange was an...experience, that much was for certain. He wasn’t nearly as abrasive as Rod, and yet...they seemed to have that same sense of charm, ”I guess that’s a yes to being my whore for the night.”[/b] She said, casting another look at Zeke across the table who was still refusing to look at her.

Integra placed water in front of her and Bellatrix turned around and slapped the girl’s arse with her free hand, ”I don’t want this, take it back, bar wench.”[/b] Her voice was supposed to be angry, but all she could manage was drunken bemusement, ”Roddie, can I come sit with you? I am no longer interested in this whore of a brother of yours.”[/b] Bellatrix yawned, removing herself from the position of being snuggled close to Rabastan.
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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 21, 2013 11:20:20 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 11:20:20 GMT -8

James was, as per usual, exceedingly late in his arrival to the Nighthouse, for which he'd received a rather cryptic invitation to a fortnight past. The earnest reasoning for his tardiness was that he'd begun his alcohol consumption a tad early this evening, resulting in an already established buzz. He tousled his signature disheveled locks, pulling an extravagantly priced and aromatic cigar from his breast pocket. With a swift flick of his wand, he ignited the tip of the tobacco, savoring a few satisfying puffs of the gratifying herb. He sauntered into the Room of Requirement, silently observing the chaotic activity for a few moments before deciding on a course of actions. First, to the bar, he was already in dire need of a stiff drink.

As he made his way through the throng of wealthy individuals, he waved hello to several friends and acquaintances in his path. Marlene had already arrived, and the girl was known to be a vivacious partier. Jacen, a pleasant companion from the Quidditch Pitch and also the Head Boy was present as well. He nodded in greeting at his peer before finally arriving at his destination. "Echoes, isn't it? I'll take a gin-and tonic, no garnish." he requested politely of the girl behind the bar. For a night of frivolous dancing and gambling, surely the dramatics of the Gryffindor and Slytherin house rivalry could be partially over looked...maybe. His eyes spanned the vast majority of the crowd, noting a cluster of individuals that he was not on the best of terms with. Oh well, I suppose that's all the more excuse to get utterly and completely inebriated. James allowed a smirk to tug at the edges of his lips as he finally spotted the poker table. That was most certainly his next target, regardless of the knowledge that it was surrounded by a plethora of Slytherin scandal. James would be most honored to relieve them of their galleons.

He took yet another lengthy puff of his cigar as he beheld the dramatics that were currently unfolding while the cards were shuffled. Bellatrix appeared to be a rather tipsy already, though James was no one to judge such alcohol abuse. Zeke and Rodolphus were exchanging some unspoken form of malicious hatred, while Rabastan had a perplexed expression planted on his features. Atlanta was playing too, as well as Marlene. He took a refreshing swig of the crystal tumbler that had been placed at his side, brimming with ice and tasting slightly of evergreen trees. Content with the mixture in his glass, he swaggered to the gambling table and occupied the empty seat besides Marlene. " Deal me in, Lestrange." James exclaimed, dispatching the appropriate number of galleons into the bid. For a moment, he peered around the table, taking in a few befuddled looks at his arrival. He smiled, taking another drawl of his cigar before turning to Marlene. "How're you this fine evening, McKinnon?" he inquired, offering her a hit of tobacco in the process.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 21, 2013 12:23:13 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 12:23:13 GMT -8

The moment Rabastan's teeth and lips connected with the lobe of her ear, Waverly stiffened and was overwhelmed with the urge to slap him. In Merlin's name how had he known she wasn't the real Integra? Did he know she was Waverly or just an impostor, in general? She fought the urge to hit her head on the table, acutely aware of how terrible a choice it was pretending to be Integra Echoes. She didn't know a sodding thing about the girl, just that she was a rich, entitled Slythern. Why had the younger Lestrange brother kissed her earlobe? Just to tease her? Was Echoes his girlfriend or something? She weighed her options for a moment, deciding which was the best route to go. Fixing him with a steely gaze, Waverly put her hand on his shoulder, bit on his ear lobe, and then dragged her tongue down to the base of his neck. Two could play that game. "Don't. Touch. Me. Again. I will rip your sodding balls off." she whispered coldly, seething through her teeth.

She leaned back into her chair, flashing the Slytherin boy both a coy and satisfied smile. She had to admit something though, his teeth on her skin had been just slightly disarming, in the best way possible. There was something... liberating about being in someone else's body. Whenever she was herself she felt so insecure, so lost in her own head. No one knew who she really was now. She could do whatever the hell she wanted, and that possibility made her feel so free. Knocking back a shot that may or may not have belonged to Rodolphus, she felt a buzz beginning to settle in. She tossed her hair back, - er, Integra's hair - remaining stoic when she looked at the top card: a face card, the Queen of Hearts.

To her horror though, the real Integra soon came over, an arrogant smirk on her face. Waverly arched a brow, wondering what she was up to. Stupid idiot that she was, Waverly hadn't devised a plan should she run into the real Integra Echoes. Waverly braced herself for whatever thing that was going to come out of her mouth.

Sister? Ok, well that was unexpected to say the least. How was she to respond to that one. "Yes... how terribly... neglectful of me." Sure, that sounded believeable. She sighed, realizing that Integra didn't appear to want to 'out' her. Waverly felt she was getting bad vibes from the elder Lestrange brother, however. Judging by that wink Integra gave Rod, they were together in some way or another. How many people was this girl shagging, anyway? She met Rod's accusatory glance as he began to put two and two together. Bloody hell. Everyone was getting sloshed anyway. Soon enough, it wouldn't matter that Integra had a doppelganger traipsing about. Taking another shot from what Integra had brought, a small smile crossed her lips. Casting an eye out onto the dance floor, she knew when she was drunk enough she'd get her ass out there and dance.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 21, 2013 17:28:27 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 17:28:27 GMT -8

Zeke smiled up at Atlanta as she gave him his warning, a playful love tap on her hip was his response that he knew what he was doing. Zeke looked over at Rodolphus's ace and laughed. "At least we know that he didn't stack the deck or anything, right?" Zeke looked down at his down card and peaked at the corner to see that he had a king. He laughed as if Atlanta had said something dirty in his ear and leaned up to whisper back into her's. "We had a thing last year, it ended badly. She cheated. I'll explain the rest later, and I'm sorry about this but I need to make sure you sell it." He whispered quickly, he was sure she didn't understand what he meant until he delicately nibbled on the base of her neck where it meets her collarbone. It was one of the things that Zeke still remembered drove Atlanta wild when he use to do it to her, so he knew he had to resort to it to ensure that she would sell their charade properly.

Zeke turned to Rodolphus with an arrogant smirk as the house elf dealt him a ten to go with his king. Twenty. He thought to himself, he reached for a couple more galleons, never taking his eyes off of Rodolphus. "Well then, Mr Rudolph… let's say we make this game a little more fun?" Zeke tossed five galleons more into the center pot with a smile. "Kiddie game is down the hall folks." Zeke added as an additional taunt to Rodolphus, hoping and praying that he would follow him into this hand.

Zeke glared at Bellatrix, it might be the first time that he was upset about her presence; but her being here might just ruin his entire plan as well as blow his cover with Atlanta. As she tried to approach Rodolphus, Zeke felt his blood run cold; she was doing this intentionally to hurt him, Zeke knew that. The problem was, that it was working and he could feel his heart ripping out; "Ironic that you are calling her a whore as you're bouncing yourself between two brothers, eh trix-rabbit?" Zeke snapped out at her, his venom was practically overflowing out of his mouth at this point as he glared at Bellatrix, "HOW DARE SHE?" was all he could think in his head. But, after a quick elbow jab and a giggle from Atlanta, Zeke was able to regain his composure and laugh with her. "No doll, I don't think you want to participate just yet." Zeke laughed playfully and mucked her cards to the dealer and he gave her a palyful and noticable love tap on her bottom.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 22, 2013 0:51:41 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 0:51:41 GMT -8

Lucius narrowed his eyes doubtfully at Joram's explanation. When Rod and Joram had high-jacked the dormitory for themselves, the reaction from the other Slytherin boys had been less than savory. It wasn't a big deal to Lucius; in the face of the insurrection, she had elected to sleep on one of the leather couches in the common room, waving off a third year boy who had been laying there previously. Lucius cleared his throat, giving Joram a pointed stare. "I couldn't help but notice that you were wearing my shirt? For your sake, I certainly hope you didn't filch it off the floor; I haven't done laundry in weeks. " Lucius didn't doubt Joram's skillful lie that he and Rod had been planning for the Nighthouse. After all, an event of this magnitude certainly required quite a bit of pre-planning. However, Lucius failed to see why Joram would have needed to change clothes. Lucius shrugged and added casually, "It's fine. If you could just give it to Rod sometime and ask him to give it to me, I'd appreciate it."

It was a surprise, to say the least when Joram planted one on his cheek. He even called Lucius darling and told him not not to forget about him. "Well with a parting like that, how could I?" he replied with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Lucius raised his shot glass, watching as Joram walked off with the daring Hufflepuff girl that had kissed him earlier. Well, he had to hand it to them Hufflepuffs; they were certainly bold, regardless of what other Houses said about them. He turned toward Adeline, giving a soft laugh. "Am I wearing my 'Snog Me' t-shirt today, or something?" When she addressed him as 'Mister Malfoy,' Lucius quickly shook his head to the side and waggled his finger. Hm, it seemed that Vodka was beginning to get to him. He wasn't a finger-waggler. "Please, Addie. We're friends now. Call me Lucius."

He leaned his back against the bar, looking out onto everything before him. The poker table had gotten quite overrun, and he was struggling to compute the image of Bellatrix sitting on Rodolphus' lap. And Atlanta Vaisey on Zeke's lap? Lucius rolled his eyes. There were several couples on the dance floor, many more eating, and others just sitting and drinking. He eyed the dueling platform, surprised that no one had given it a go. The night was young yet, however. Honestly, parties really weren't Lucius' cup of tea. Seeing a familiar face like Addie made it tolerable, but he was desperately hoping the Vodka would kick in soon. He'd come here to get wasted, after all. The whole point of the evening was to forget all the rubbish going on his life right now; to just party with some friends and feel normal for once.

Turning toward Adeline, he smiled at what she said. "Why, are you offering?" While Integra had scampered off to the poker table, no doubt to fulfill her duties as Her Highness of all Bitchdom, Lucius poured himself three more shots of Vodka and drank them all one right after the other. He shook his head, feeling the burn in the back of his throat. Then he grabbed Addie's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. "By the way, I apologize in advance if after seeing me dance you feel the need to check yourself into therapy."

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 22, 2013 9:29:09 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 9:29:09 GMT -8

Jacen couldn't help but scoff at Marlene's rejection. No one ever rejected Jacen Frost, but lucky for him his buzz was in full effect and he let her slip away. Not worth the time. Or the effort. "You have a good night then sweetheart" he said as he took a few steps towards the dart board, giving James Potter, who had just arrived, a polite hello as he passed him. Jacen always found darts to be as entertaining a game as there was. He began firing the darts into the circular board, clearly he was still a little sober, he was hitting the board.

As his mind began to wander he heard a lot of noise from behind him. Mayhem had begun, Jacen couldn't help but smile. Some of the slytherin were having a dick measuring contest, though he couldn't quite tell why. He always found this to be petty. Even considering someone else in competition means you aren't good enough to hold your own. He shook his head and continued his darts. Next were the parties newest guest, his future sister in law, the lovely Bellatrix Black and some old guy with ridiculous hair. The man could only be Joram's father, and quickly made that apparent in the following moments.

Jacen finally saw a game was beginning, he would wait it out. Watching from afar, but someone as selfish as Jacen could not hold out for long. He took in three long strides and took one of the few remaining seats. Situating himself next to James Potter and an empty chair. "Mr. Potter how are you my good man?" he said clasping him on the back and smiling at dear Marlene who he had spoken to. Maybe he would torture her for a bit after all

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 23, 2013 1:42:01 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2013 1:42:01 GMT -8

The entire room was in an uproar, but all Vincent could do was grin at Zeke. "You're welcome kiddo, wouldn't want this getting back to your mums and papas now do we?" Vincent would never dream on telling on these kids. All they wanted was to have fun and who was V to not allow them, that would be beyond crazy. His attention was quickly pulled away by the card table before him. "If any of you snakes cheat, I'm narking, so keep it clean."

A few moments passed before there was a glass of red wine placed in front of him. Looking up to the woman he smiled. So this was Integra, the girl his son had spoken so highly of. "Thank you Miss Echoes." Vincent was not one to pass of pleasantries, especially at a Slytherin party, he knew all about these kids from what Joram told him. All he had to do was write the code words for each of his clients on the parchment and send it off. Vincent knew what they liked and that was how it worked. Not one person would understand the garbled language of which Vincent and Joram had created to supply these students with their goods.

His smile was bright when Rodolphus opened his trap. "I don't think the nursing home can handle this. Besides, I think I have more game than you." Laughing he leaned forward to grab the cards from the green felt. "Thank you lovey. I'm glad to be allowed into such a high and uptight function like this, which might I say, should have been a costume party, but you can't always happen to get what you want."

None of that reflected on the way he played at the table, dealt a poor hand Vincent scrunched his face when he saw a the three he managed to get. "Well...looks like you lot are in for a night of taking my coin. Oh well, it's not like I don't have enough!" Kicking back he looked at all the lovely ladies. "So which of you are legal?"

Eyes glued on Zeke, what in the hell gave him the opportunity to bash him? Rabastan wasn't exactly in the wrong, all he wanted was to get the game on the road and steal some cash. That was the second time this week that his hair had been criticized for it's length and to be blunt, it was pissing him off. "You've got your panties up in a bunch there, don't you Maxi?" His retort was menial, he didn't want to waste his time on a house mate that couldn't control his tongue, but the mention of his mother set him on edge. Rabastan had nothing but hatred for good Ol' Lyra Lestrange, both of the boys did. If there was one thing the pair could agree on, that was it by far. Licking his lips as he thought, they pursed and his eyes locked on Rod. Never in his life had he, ever wanted to break someone's face beyond recognition.

Lifting the gin Integra dropped off he nodded knowing damn well she was the real one, but he was uncertain if she saw the fever burning behind those little green windows. Livid was putting it lightly, he was here to win and to destroy all of those in his path. Rabastan didn't care that Joram's father was here and he didn't care that Bellatrix was calling him her little slut. The amount of fucks he gave resulted in a big fat zero. He was grateful that she left his side so he could turn more to Integra. "If you want to play the part you better get in character, my girlfriend doesn't act like this at all, she would be grateful for the attention." Moving away from the girl he peaked at the cards that were flicked before him. Gritting his teeth he had a nine, not very good, he'd have to be careful and pay very, very close attention to everyone.

With a nod toward Lucius, he would definitely return the shirt considering he disliked the smell. "I think I can do that Lucius." Giving the blonde a wink he found himself on the dance floor with Caitlyn. She was a really great dancer, but he was pretty wibbly wobbly by the time he made it there. Setting his empty glass down on a table he wrapped his arms around Cait. "I can barely see straight so I'm sorry if my legs are like jelly. I got buzzed before I came and I pounded back more than a few." His eyes searched the room with longing, using Caitlyn as a shield when he laid eyes on Rod who now had Bella sitting on his lap.

Chest filling with utter and complete jealousy was something he's never been to strong about. At that instant, after that night, Joram knew that he would never give up on him, not like he did with Alice. Smiling at the thought, he had to peel his eyes from Rodolphus and spin Cait around. His back now to the table where everyone seemed to be gathered around. The floor was filled with a bunch of nobodies that Rod and he distinguished as trustworthy of invitation. It was extensive work, and he was surprised that Rod had said yes to Adeline, but with Vincent here there wasn't really a single thing to worry about.

A forced smile came to his lips as he looked down at Cait's dress, both of them clearly not in their right mind. "I'm glad you decided to wear that dress, it really does look good on you." Sadly his tone wasn't what it usually is, there was no pep and he was devoid of all glee, but he was trying.

Actually putting on an honest smile, "thank you, Echoes." With that she set the glass down and looked over at Lucius. Adeline was never one for drinking alcohol, on the rare occasion she would have a drink, but only during social events. Grin never faltering from her lips she couldn't help but be happy. With Vincent here she could actually relax a little and let her uppityness down, even if it was around the Malfoy's son. He didn't seem bad in the least. In fact she thought he happened to be thoughtful in his own way, certainly charming. More so than those at the card table.

"You must be, in fact I'd have to say it looks rather amazing on you." Truly feeling the heat in her cheeks she could finally say she was buzzed, but Adeline Giovanni would never take it further than that. "My apologies, Lucius. Seems bad habits are hard to break. Sure, there is no need to be alone on a night like this. Even though it seems the both of us are quite comfortable without our comrades." Loosening up a little he grabbed her hand and she was whipped away from the bar. Glass in her hand of whatever it happened to be, a sort of pleasure lingered in her eyes. This was the very first time she had gone to a party without her brother. Normally the pair would have ditched this event before the invitations were handed out.

Letting out an indubitable laugh as he whisked her away to the dance floor she shook her head. "I doubt I'm going to need therapy after this, it's just a party. Anyway you can't be that bad. Actually I take that back, I've witnessed how graceful you can be." Giving him a playful nudge she finished off her drink and set it down before draping her arms across his shoulders.

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 24, 2013 6:09:13 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2013 6:09:13 GMT -8

Thank you Echoes. Thank you Echoes. Shut up. Integra was trying not to glare on her way back to the bar. This party was the stupidest thing she'd ever attended. And she'd been to a funeral for a rat when she was 5. Of course she'd killed the rat that belonged to the neighbor's son, and was mostly there just to sneer at the grave in triumph. Even so, that had been more fun than this pitiful "party." Of course she'd offered to man the bar and while she honestly enjoyed making drinks for everyone, Integra was seething at the sight of the blackjack table.

The hand firmly pressed to her back end stopped her short in her tracks as she struggled back a snarl. By the time she'd collected herself and turned to retrieve the glass of water, Bellatrix had moved away from Rab and onto Rod. Not impressed at all with what had become of her ex best friend, Integra grasped the glass of water in her hand and threw it in Bells' face.

"Piss off. You malignant troll. No one wants you here. No one likes you anymore. Face it. You've dug your own grave and no one is helping you out." Glancing over at Integra the real Slytherin princess gave her a look as if to say "Take notes" before looking back at Rod. "Sorry. Line of fire." Her eyes fell on Zeke next who irritated her beyond belief and then the old man who was directly across the table from her. With a nod of her head she took the empty glass and walked back to the bar, continuing to serve those who actually wanted drinks, not baths.

Caitlin was having a brilliant time looking over the music selection for the evening. The boys had put together quite the collection and Cait was very pleased that she had so many choices. It didn't bother her that she had no one to talk to for a while. She needed to cool off from the steam of that kiss anyhow. All she needed were the few drinks she'd snatched from the bar, and the stereo and she was set! Though as Joram approached her she was not turning down his company. And hell... She loved to dance.

She let her arms hang over his shoulders. Though really only her wrists managed it. She was after all 7 inches shorter than he was. Looking up at him Cait smiled. It's all good, Amigo. I've had...a good few. I don't remember anymore. My teeth feel weird." She chomped them down a little a few times, inspecting the strange numb feeling in them. Buzzed was such a lovely state of being. She was sort of glad the music was slow now. A few moments ago she'd been in a crowd of non-importants laughing and jumping around like a loon. It was hard for her to sit still to look through the music. But when Joram came to dance it was much nicer to rely on someone else as well. And to stop moving so fast. The room felt somewhat spinny for her.

At the mention of the dress, Caitlin had to look down as though she'd forgotten what she was wearing. "Oh... Thanks. It looks alright I guess." The tone of his voice was odd. She'd heard complements from him before, and that was not how they were supposed to sound. Narrowing her eyes at him Caitlin looked over her shoulder at the table and the two identical girls. That seemed rather out of place to her. Though Caitlin didn't know Integra well, she did know Joram. "It wasn't really your eye I was hoping to catch tonight. But I haven't seen that special someone yet. Hey... So... I feel like I'm forgetting something. Integra doesn't have a sister does she? I feel like I would remember the gory details of the epic threesome. But I feel like that breakfast hasn't been ruined yet."

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The Nighthouse [members / party crashers] Jan 24, 2013 10:15:08 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2013 10:15:08 GMT -8

It was rather late as the dark haired Italian tramped down the stairs. He was wearing a button down. white shirt, black dinner jacket, black slacks, and shiny black dress shoes. In one of his tanned hands he carried and red and black tie that he had clearly just taken off as he as currently unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt. It looked for all the world that Ezio had just gotten out of a very important, yet boring business meeting. That assumption really wasn't that far from the truth either.

He had just come from a very long dinner with his father, who had been glad to hear that his studies where coming along well, but once again disappointed that he hadn't been able to make any true friends with a single pureblood for going on the sixth year in a row. Ezio had always managed to conceal his long time friendship with a half-blood and a muggle born form his father.

The dinner had lasted well over three hours, most of that time taken by his father practically bragging about the magical and muggle investment markets and how well they were doing. Much of the continued growth of the D'orolione wealth was through converted muggle investments, and they were only so profitable because his father had a habit of using the imperious curse on the muggles to gain insider trading information. To Ezio it didn't feel like a healthy trust fund, it felt more like theft. But he used that money, so how could he complain, really.

He paused in a corridor to neatly fold his tie and tuck it in an inside pocket of his jacket, he hadn't bothered to figure out which on since he was craving a walk outside, when he distinctly heard; was that music? He furrowed his eye brows as he turned to the four corner trying to discern the direction from which it was coming. Finally deciding on a hall, he started down it. As Ezio walked, the thumping got louder and louder until it seemed to come from right in front of him. Without thinking he draped his tie around his neck and tucked it under his collar as if he were going to re-tie it, but didn't. He paused for a moment, looking at the blank wall when someone came out of another corridor and a door opened in the wall. Ah, it must be the Room of Requirement, he thought to himself. As light shown on the person going in, he recognized them. Is that the Potter boy?

Ezio stepped up to the door, paid the door boy without much listening to what he said and walked into the room. What a sight met his eyes. He had never seen anything like it and for some odd reason it brought an odd sort of smile to his face. Everyone was in variations of flashy attire, there was a bar, dueling stage, and gambling table. Smoke and booze mixed in the air to create and strange smell that was mostly unpleasant, but that one got use to rather quickly. With this crowd, most of whom he recognized as the children of purebloods who frequented his father's gatherings, he must have looked a slightly strange site with his unbuttoned shirt and untied tie hanging around his neck, and slighted messy hair since he had spent the better part of dinner running his fingers through it, trying to look interested. He let his green-blue eyes take in everything around him, hardly moving from the doorway. The door boy came up behind him "Sir, did you have an invitation?" He turned around to look at him, feigned anger in his eyes. "Invitation? What do you take me for some common mud-blood? I'm a D'orolione, I shouldn't need an cazzo invitation."[/color] Yes, he could put on the show when needed, and he felt it was needed.

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