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Post by Bartholomew Malaki on Mar 9, 2007 19:41:40 GMT 10
Bloodlust Night Club stood on the very edge of Koaltumut on the side furthest from Thredbo village. While muggles already could not wander through the streets of Koaltumut without suddenly remembering they needed to be somewhere else, wizards and witches withy a heritage that was tainted by muggle blood anytime in the past three hundred years would find that while they were accepted most everywhere else in the wizarding world, they would not be accepted here.
Bloodlust Night Club was a place for pure bloods and pure bloods alone. This was for several reasons; one being that the pure blooded families generally had more money and so the club could easily survive without catering to the needs of lesser wizarding folk. But also because a great deal many of its customers were of the elite rings of the wizarding families, and as such had no desire to spend more time with mudbloods then they needed to be.
This was where a very tricky little charm came in very effective. Placed on the entrance door to the nightclub, no wizard or witch without a magically untainted heritage could physically enter. To attempt to would be to have yourself expelled from the club entrance in much the style of being blasted by a strong disarming hex. Beyond this it also tainted your skin with a red sheen that would not fade for seven days, just so everyone could see you had attempted to do something you were not supposed to.
Some people attempted to break into the club, though none had ever achieved it. There had been a great many attempts right to the point where one offending mudblood had attempted to replace his blood with that or a pure blooded student. A mistake and a magic far beyond the boy. He not only desperately harmed the wizard he had been attempting to ‘borrow’ blood from, but also managed to put himself in St Morag’s Hospital of Magical Maladies in Sydney and had remained there for a very long time until his blood had slowly been flushed and his body managed to redevelop him new blood.
The club itself had several levels, not that it looked so. Built into the side of a hill the club itself looks like a mound of dirt with a lantern hanging by a finely crafter timber door with a red tint some said was the tint of muggle blood which had been sacrificed in the creation of the charm which locked mudbloods out. In truth it was simply the type of wood the door was made of, though no one said anything to contradict the stories.
Bartholomew Malaki was the owner of Blood Lust Night Club. The club itself had belonged ot his family for hundreds of years, and the only reason such prejudice spells were still allowed to be in place was because the charm was so ancient there were none who could remove it, as no one knew exactly how it was performed. It was the club of gatherings though and carried as regal an air about itself as any Ruberagon from the school whom came to dine or entertain themselves away from the watchful eyes of Professor’s.
It was a very popular club, and anyone who was anyone, who was pure blooded spent a lot of time here on the weekends. As the club itself was only ever open on Friday and Saturdau nights, and the occasional Sunday if Ruberagon won the latest Quidditch Match. Yes, it was very much a point to be known that this was a nightclub of Ruberagon students. It was dark, somewhat creepy, but oh so regal. And as previously mentioned; anyone who was anyone, who was pure blood, spent a lot of time here.
This evening was not a normal night of course. Occasionally the night club held tournaments of magic, duels in which the best of the best could come from the school and compete. This always sparked a lot of interest in the clubs usual patrons; both student and adult alike.
Bartholomew was wearing his very best suit as he welcomed his guests as they arrived. Tonight he would be at the door, for he was waiting for a very special guest. Someone who was to compete in this evenings duel, and someone whose family had been very loyal patrons for many generations. Bartholomew looked down the list of those that would be competing tonight; a couple of named jumped out at him, “Lucius Sinister, Romulus Silvia… “ But it would be the final name he read out that would be the most interesting for though he had come to Bloodlust a couple of times since he was old enough, he had never competed in a Duel.
“Godric Emerindyl… well isn’t that interesting…” he said as he continued to look down the list unable to shake his fascination for the knowledge that the son of Lord Emerindyl and Lady Saphricorn might entertain them all with a side of himself he rarely showed. “Very interesting indeed,”
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Post by Duke W. Harrison III on Mar 9, 2007 22:54:34 GMT 10
“One might indeed mistake genius for insanity if you talk to yourself where you can be so easily over heard, Bartholomew.”
Duke William Harrison the Third, looked at the owner of the popular pureblood night spot, as he stepped over the magically warded threshold while tugging on the left arm sleeve of his shirt under his black silk dress robes. Looking up again, he glanced at the other man, taking in his sleek appearance as if he too was apart of the rich furnishings of the club. Duke would often come to frequent the club on a weekly basis not only for pleasure but for his work. People with problems came to him and Duke found solutions to these problems to which he then put in place and matters were quickly and efficiently with nothing or nobody for anything to be traced too.
While young in appearance and of the age on a fresh twenty years old, Duke Harrison was quite calculated and ruthless in his business transactions, and most other aspects of his life. Except for the female species. Duke was sure that there was not a woman in the world that could resist his charisma, wit, and striking good looks and if worse came to worse, we was one of the wealthiest twenty year olds in the world due to the fortune he had inherited from his late parents. So Duke would often spend a lot of his time chasing the fairer gender, never stopping very long in one port of call.
“So how does the talent look tonight? Anyone I should keep an eye open for, or perhaps open my wallet for” Duke question, his trademark smirk taking position on his lips and raising an eyebrow. “And we both know I don’t only mean the duelling contest”
With all the money changing hands, both legit and not so legit in Bloodlust, Duke had come to know the proprietor of the fine establishment quite well, considering he had taken care of certain matters for certain high society customers of Bloodlust to make sure what happens in Bloodlust indeed stays in Bloodlust.
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Post by Natalie Everard on Mar 11, 2007 18:00:09 GMT 10
Natalie had arrived quite early. There were already a few people there, but this place was usually packed anyway. There were two men standing by the door, one of which she recognised as the owner, the other one, she'd seen here quite a few times. It wasn't hard to pick who was a regular here. There tended to be groups of people that were seen here every friday and saturday night, and whilst Natalie didn't come here that often, she came here enough to recognise a few unfriendly faces.
She knew Lucius, Lakasha and Kalika would be here soon enough, but probably be fashionably late. She knew all three of them were competing, and she was looking forward to seeing that. All three of them were talented, but it was always interesting to see them compete.
She wondered who else would be competing that night as she settled down to watch the door from a good vantage point on one of the higher levels, leaning on the balcony.
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Post by Romulus Silvia on Mar 12, 2007 17:36:06 GMT 10
The night was young, the girls were hot and the men, well they were here to show the girls why they felt the need to look so good. In the company of real men who could sweep them off their feet and show them talent that stretched beyond sight. Romulus smirked as he stepped out of the carriage he had used to get to the club. He breathed in the crisp night air and his smirk turned into a genuinely pleased smile. What a perfect night.
He checked her cuffs to see his silver cufflinks were tightly in place, they would need to hold fire for his duel, he would not slip up while so many watched him. His eyes glinted as he saw the two men at the door, though he did not speak to either of them as he moved forward past them and into the Blood Lust night club.
As always it was perfectly set for the scene of fine entertainment and good company. Or so that was the guise most people used for coming here. In truth Romulus wouldn’t be here if he had not been commanded to be so.
The music started up loud and hard. The floor and walls vibrated with the music and Romulus looked around to see that the vacant exterior was nothing to the inside of the club. There were so many people here already, though not as many as would be by the time everyone from Koalingo arrived, probably why it looked so subdued, as if they were keeping space specifically for as many students and teachers from the school as possible.
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Post by Alex Zander on Mar 12, 2007 17:46:24 GMT 10
“I cant believe the others,” Alex grinned as he stepped from his own carriage which had been right behind what he thought was the first arrival, knowing there would be others behind him, he knew he could get a good seat at the bar. He knew he was not of age and that they would not serve him anything harder then butterbeer, all the same it was worth just being there and perhaps trying. They couldn’t throw him out tonight, he was a competitor. And that meant he was important…. Sort of…
He stepped down from his carriage and looked around. It was somewhat cold and though it was early evening Alex didn’t really expect ti to be that much colder come complete darkness. For the moment the sun was still kind of up. “WHAT A PLEASANT EVENING!” He shouted at the men by the door by way of greeting before slipping through the door.
When he arrived inside he heard the pumping sound of music straight away, he couldn’t help liking noise, if he didn’t cause it, it was definitely welcome by him. He past some sinister looking people who were definitely not from the school and made his way to the bar, noticing there were only a couple of Ruberagon’s ahead of him, he was right. He was early, but early enough to get one over on the barman… maybe.
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Post by Lynette Manchester on Mar 12, 2007 18:43:12 GMT 10
There were quite a few people there by the time Lynette Manchester arrived. She was dressed in exquisite and expensive clothes, but they really didn't draw the attention away from her ugly face. Apart from many other unattractive qualities about her face, she had a permanant sneer fixed on it and it made her very unappealing. Perhaps this had something to do with her personailty?
In any case, she was here, and commanded respect from all younger Ruberagons. She was of noble birth (perhaps some inbreeding explained her features?) and she let everyone know it. She swept into the club and made her way to the bar, ordering a non alcoholic drink that looked disgusting nonetheless.
Looking around for a familiar face, she made her way towards Romulus Silvia. He was in the same year at school as her, and the two of them had some... affiliations. Standing about 2 metres from him, she was making sure she had a good view of not only the duelling arena but the rest of the club as well.
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Post by Lady Sylvia Saphricorn on Mar 12, 2007 18:54:45 GMT 10
Now, normally Lady Saphricorn did not approve of this club. She didn’t like one bit how it was prejudice against half muggles or muggle borns and thought it was revolting that others would choose to frequent such a place. However! She had been badgered for days and days by some of the students that could not attend; for her to go along and watch everything to relay it to them all by way of a pensive. Normally she would not have approved, but when her son signed on to compete; she knew she could not miss it.
She didn’t want to appear as if she had changed her mind about the blub though, so as she stepped from the school carriage, which had, brought her here from the castle steps. She did not, by any meaning of the word, show a pleasant greeting to the men standing by the door. She got a feeling of severe mistrust when she neared them and made no attempt to introduce herself.
Tonight she was wearing a thick blue velvet gown, which reached the ground but did not drag enough to get dirtied by the floor. She knew that places like this normally had very messy floors sticky with drink by the end of the night, and this was one of her favourite dresses. So it was almost as if it came with a built in defence mechanism,
She entered the club to the sound of a song roaring so loudly she could barely hear herself think. With a subtle wave over her ears (which she covered by pretending to be adjusting her hair) she managed to cast a charm that dampened the music a little just for her and her alone. Everyone else continued to hear it at its enhanced rumble, but she would be able to enjoy the night without too much fuss.
She looked about, though she knew she need not have done it. Godric was not here yet. She knew he was not because she could not feel his presence nearby. He had obviously not arrived and so she made her way to one of the little round booths in the walls where a low and comfy couch would be her perch until the duelling began.
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Post by Jay Rastan on Mar 12, 2007 22:28:34 GMT 10
High social and power status in the wizarding society have always been an obligation Jay Rastan knew he would face all his life due to his family connections around the wizarding world, not that he would complain, it assured him any job he wanted when he left school and decided on a occupation. The name Rastan held much power and renown now as it ever had.
So when his house elf appeared with a clothing box he knew that would hold knew formal wear from his mother’s male line of clothing and a note attached signed by both his parents telling him that he would attend this duelling night at Bloodlust on this evening, that his mother had got him the latest fashion robes, the carriage would pick him up and also return him to the castle main entrance so he could attend and depart at whatever times he choose, whether or not he decided to duel was his own choice, and that his expenses at Bloodlust had been taken care of.
As his carriage pulled up at the club’s entrance its door opened and he stepped out, smoothing down his smooth, black tailored robes and straightening the collar of his deep navy shirt and setting his shoulders. With a nod of his head in acknowledgement towards the two men with a quick polite ‘Good Evening to you both” as he pass, striding over the doorway feeling the tingle of the wards sensing his blood purity just like every other time he had entered this establishment in the past.
Surveying the scene in front of him he noticed a few students from school, a few people he had met at various fundraisers or social events, nodding politely in way of greeting or shaking hands with those whom were close enough, all the while with a friendly grin plastered on his face to his displeasure at not being able to just have a night out like any other young man his age. Jay Rastan had social obligations he had inherited from him parents and such.
Finally making his way to the bar after what seemed like forever he flagged down one of the bartenders.
“I’m Jay Rastan, I believe my father has organised my bar tab for tonight?” Jay asked, receiving a nod from the woman behind the bar. “I’ll take a scotch on the rocks then”
While waiting for his drink, Jay felt him start to relax until he noticed his Head of House in the building with the bar seemingly in her range of vision. Jay then realised he had nothing to worry about, this was not a school event, therefore he was not under her jurisdiction, he had parental permission, he had mere months until he was eighteen anyway.
Drink in hand, music surrounding, a promise of entertainment, and well, Jay appreciated the view of some of the eye in his vision, he might actually thank his parents one day for making him attend.
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Post by Godric Emerindyl on Mar 15, 2007 13:48:52 GMT 10
Godric had not hesitated to sign up for that night’s event. He didn’t know what it was that drew him to the leaflet, which was pinned so official like in the Golden Hall, but from the moment he understood what it was about, he had all intentions to compete. Godric had refrained from discussing his entry with anyone who thought they might bring it up with him subtly whenever they could. And indeed they did, in class, at dinner, even in the Emerindyl Club House; he had received plenty of questions; though he did not care to answer one of them.
He also considered the fact that his father and mother might not approve with him coming to Blood Lust. Truth be told, this was what kept him from attending regularly as many others did, but tonight he would not be dissuaded.
Fortunately he was well organised for an Emerindyl student. And so when he finished the study and Quidditch training he had planned for the day. He made his way back to Emerindyl Lake and to his cabin. He did not have a house elf at school. At home he was lucky to be able to utilise the potion of the school-employed elves, which did not stay behind to maintain the castle over the summer. But at school, he was quite capable of taking care of himself.
The robes he chose to wear that night were probably quite predictable. They were very finely crafted formal robes made of a sturdy but soft material the colour of Emerald. The hems of his robes were pattered with gold stitching and around his neck he wore the medallion he had had since he was not old enough to understand what it was or how it worked. His wand, as always, was tucked in the secret pocket on the inside breast of his robes. You might think this stuck out when he wore them, though it was concealed nicely and was at hand immediately.
He had taken a school carriage just like everyone else. He had asked Elouise if she would come with him though she had not arrived at the front of the school when he was expecting her. Understanding this meant she could be quite a deal more late then she might have liked to tell him upfront; he went ahead without her.
He twisted his hands together in front of him as he sat forward on the chair, looking at the ground. He wasn’t nervous; the thought of that possibility could have been laughable. No, his anxiety came from a splitting headache he had contracted earlier in the day, and even now it had not subsided. He was tempted to utilise magic against it, but knew better then to mess with magic on ones own body right before a duel.
The carriage continued to trundle along the road and Godric moved his hands to draw back the curtains. Looking out into the darkness he could see the billowing hillsides shrouded in the darkness of the night. At one moment he thought he saw a light where there should not be one. But did not pursue the thought as the light was gone almost as soon as he saw it.
“Oh great, Godric, you’re seeing things,” he told himself as he cupped his hands over his eyes. His blonde fringe tickled the tops of his hands as he did this. Knowing this would not assist his migraine for the better. He removed his hands; sat up straight and closed his eyes until the carriage came to a stop.
For a moment he sat in darkness thinking. He didn’t do anything but think as he sat there. His mind raced with thoughts, so many stupid thoughts, some about duelling and the spells he might use. Some about shields, then something about Elouise, something about the discussion he had had with Jay Rastan the other day, and then something about Aurora Celeste.
He jolted himself to consciousness when he thought about Aurora Celeste. He didn’t know why he thought it. He hated the girl. She irritated him to no end.
He moved towards the door, which had, by now, been opened by a club employee who must have thought Godric was waiting to be conveyed from the carriage. Godric thanks him as he stepped out of the carriage and his eyes fell on the owner of the Blood Lust Night Club, and someone else Godric didn’t know, but took an instant disliking too.
“Good evening,” he said with a curt nod only being polite. He walked through the door, which the employee was now holding open for him and into the noise he went. He was sure the noise that met him was nothing to the noise, which others heard. The sound was grating and grabbed hold of his head as fiercely as if he had been clutched both sides with dragons claws and shaken ferociously.
He still managed to slip away from the entrance where he stumbled and sat unceremoniously upon a stool at the bar, not really taking notice of who had already arrived.
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Post by Professor Robbie Ruberagon on Mar 16, 2007 10:26:53 GMT 10
Rubeus Ruberagon the second, or Robbie, as he preferred to be named had walked from the castle that night. It was quite a hike and he did cheat here and there, but he found he often enjoyed taking his time to get to where he needed to be. Walking in the night also appealed to him. He need not fear that which most others did for reasons he liked to keep to himself. Reasons even his own father did not know. You see, Robbie Ruberagon held a secret shame, and his biggest fear was that some day someone might discover what it was.
This probable led to why Professor Ruberagon lived mainly in recluse. He did not stay at the castle like everyone else did though he did have his own private quarters. Instead he stayed in a private home he kept in the mountainside. He had been told time and time again that living in the area was dangerous, not just because of the local dragon population, but also for the fact that the Guild of Avada was rumoured to have their base somewhere in the mountains not terribly far from the manor.
Robbie had never seen them though he had looked time and time again. He was probably one of the only people that had not seen a member of the Guild for a long stretch of his life. He thought about this as he walked and soon shadows began to move and noises sounded where there should be none. He chastised himself for driving his mindset to this point and carried on walking thinking about how silly he would look to anyone who could read his thoughts.
He walked along slowly, and the lights of the village below him sparkled as if nothing was going on this night. He had heard someone say something about the three broomsticks holding some sort of social night to try and compete with Bloodlust, though he knew really they were no competition. It was a weekend night, and everyone came to bloodlust, unless their blood was… well impure.
He knew the club was on the other end of the village and arrived on the muggle side of the village. He saw no muggles about and was a little surprised by that. Though he didn’t think much on it as he continued through the cobbled streets, up the winding stairs to the point where Thredbo became Koaltumut. As he understood it, no muggle could see this void and Koaltumut did not appear to be there. So he passed through the void before subtly looking to see if anyone might be watching him. They were not.
“I wonder who will be the main spectacle,” he said to himself as he walked along, knowing now he was free to speak out loud without fearing a muggle might overhear him speaking of magic. He often spoke his thoughts out loud when no one was around, this way he could hear what he had to say, and so compute it at different levels.
He came to the club at last and the light from the lantern climbed up his black robes as he moved closer. He could see the two men at the door and wondered for a moment who the second might be. He looked like a talentless lump of a man in Robbie’s belief. Though all the same he tilted his head in acknowledgement and continued through the door and into the club.
Undoubtedly, like everyone before him, his ears were blasted by the music. All the same though this did not bother him, music was a healthy food for ones hearing. Perhaps not at this volume, but he thought he might like it at this volume if the music was more to his tastes.
“Godric,” he tilted his head to the boy he knew well before standing next to his stool.
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Post by Jessica Everard on Mar 16, 2007 19:15:47 GMT 10
Jessica arrived in one of the school carriages by herself. She had chosen to come alone, though she could have quite easily had one of the Ruberagon males escort her. She had even had a few invitations, but declined them all, for they were not from the one Ruberagon whose attention she sought.
Her robes were typically black, for she never wore colours, and her hair was simply out as it always was, perfection as usual. She never did anything with her hair and it was often the only difference people could see between her and her twin sister.
Speaking of twins, Jessica stepped into the club and immediately felt the presence of the pest. She was there somewhere, and though Jessica could not see Natalie, she was bound to run into her at some point in the night.
Her face remained neutral, though she raised an eyebrow at the few Emerindyls she could already see. This surely wasn't their kind of club, but they were here for the duelling, no doubt.
Jessica had not signed up to duel. Though she liked to watch the sport, she found it pointless to compete. That wasn't to say she didn't respect those who showed their skills as competetors. And speaking of competetors, Jessica looked around the club for one in particular. His was bound to be an interesting duel..
Spotting the very person she'd been thinking about, she made her way over to him and her lips almost twitched to a smile. Still, Jessica wasn't used to smiling and it came out as more of a smirk. She wiped it off her face before appearing at the Ruberagon's shoulder.
"Romulus" she said simply, hesitating and deciding not to touch his elbow as she had planned to. Their relationship was still quite formal and new, and she still wasn't quite sure just how impulsive he could be.
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Post by Elouise Sullivan on Mar 17, 2007 8:26:53 GMT 10
Elouise fussed about with her appearance as she readied herself for the duelling competition. She had asked Godric to wait for her, but it had taken her twice as long to get ready then she had expected, and so decided that if he did leave without her, she would not mind all that much… well maybe a little.
Tonight she was dressed in black duelling robes with green cuffs and collar. She didn’t think they were the nicest robes she owned, but they were definitely the best to duel in. These robes were designed to be able to move around very easily and to never get in the way.
Shortly after she was sure she looked perfect, she made her way out of Emerindyl lake and towards the front of the castle. She saw quite a few other students in the hallways as she approached the herd of people waiting for a carriage. Luckily, she would get preference because she was competing, and so when the next carriage was nearly full, she put up her hand and was admitted in front of everyone else waiting.
She sat in silence as the carriage moved from the school. The five other people in the carriage with her did not know who she was, and she did not know them, so while there was a lot of talk actually going on, no one spoke to Elouise. She preferred it that way, she thought at the moment that if she opened her mouth, she might throw up.
She checked and rechecked herself in her compact as the carriage moved. She wanted to look as if she were doing something, and indeed she was fidgety, but as no other travelling companion seemed interested in speaking to her, she could only return the gesture.
When at last the carriage stopped the five others, whom Elouise knew by now must all be one group of friends; jumped up and crowded around the door. Elouise thought this silly as she was closest to the door. All the same, she let the five of them pass and afterwards she took a moment to compose herself. It wasn’t until the carriage started moving again that she started shouting, “WAIT! I am still in here!”
She stepped out of the carriage tossing a scandalised look at the driving before moving back the five metres it had moved from its station and getting out of the carriage. Did the driver think she had changed her mind? Certainly not.
She greeted the men at the door as she moved into the club. Letting the sound wash over her, she located Godric at once and made her way to him, “Are you ok, Godric?” he didn’t look well.
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Post by Kalika Gardan on Mar 17, 2007 18:15:22 GMT 10
Kalika walked into the club with Lucius. Though normally she would have been haughty and arrogant when making her entrance, tonight was different. Of course, not many people have ever seen Kalika duel... really duel. And she took the matter very seriously considering the fact that every match was her way of strengthening her steadily growing powers.
She walked proudly however her hood shielded her face from curious eyes. This pleased Kalika as it helped her to block out not only the pulsating music but also the distracting noise of the audience and club-goers. She breathed evenly, not at all nervous or overly excited about the duel but more that she would be out for blood in the duelling ring.
Kalika glanced at Lucius momentarily to gauge his reaction of the surroundings and then surveyed the scene before her. It was indeed loud, rowdy, and chaotic in the club that night. You could almost see the tension mounting not only from the fighters but from their respective supporters.
Kalika looked at the bartender and though she usually ordered a glass of wine, this night she declined to drink. It was another habit of hers to always have a clear head free from the influence of liquor, when she fought. Her reactions were at their peak as well as stamina and thought process. She would only drink to her wins, later in the night.
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Post by Lucius Sinister on Mar 17, 2007 18:46:38 GMT 10
Lucius stepped from his carriage with Kalika at his side. He paid no heed to the men at the door. He knew they could not be that important, if they were important they would not be the men at the door. He did however give the doorman an imperious look of disapproval, it had taken him far too long to have the door open, as if he was waiting for them to decide whether they might like to touch the door themselves.
Lucius was wearing deep burgundy robes as he entered the nightclub. He had expected the club to be noisier then usual. This event was one that would drive more people in then any other night, and so the club had to perform its very best just to show what it was capable of. Lucius thought momentarily of finding out whose idea it was to have the music so loud and hex him, though then that would be a bother, where were the servants when you needed them?
As it appeared, they were both surveying who had already arrived of the competitors and who was just here for support and entertainment. Lucius’ eyes met Godric at once. He had considered that he might be duelling Godric tonight, and when he read the line up which was posted around the place on the notice boards, he was pleased knowing that his opponent could be no other.
He saw Godric sitting at a stool near to Lucius’ relative and the blonde girl Lucius could never quite remember her name. Not that he tried. He led Kalika to the bar and ordered two gilly waters. Not because he wanted a drink, but because it was only right to pay some respect (even a little amount) to the proprietor of the club. It was his social obligation, to show to those in positions, even low ones, that he supported their choice to own a club that did not allow entry to mudbloods.
He handed one of the waters to Kalika. It was in a goblet of stainless steel, though magically reinforced to not give their waters the taste of metal. He expected the best service at this club. And though he never paid attention to who might actually own it; he was respectful for their quality, nonetheless.
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Post by Duke W. Harrison III on Mar 19, 2007 0:27:13 GMT 10
Duke had been watching people enter the club, his gaze calculating, returning a few nods as gesture to the people whom had acknowledged him on their way into the venue. Most had been students he couldn’t help but notice, some looked familiar from his dealings with their families or having seen them in his years at Koalingo having only graduated barely three years ago. Quite a few of the young ladies that had entered had Duke’s head turn to watch them enter, his gaze nothing but admiration for they way they carried the latest fashions, before he reminded himself they were still at school.
’But then again some of them are very much legal….Thankfully’ Duke thought to himself with a devilish grin, as his patted Bartholomew on the shoulder before walking into the main area of the bar, nodding to the bartender as he rushed to his side with his usual order of a double shot of firewhisky and a glass of a black label rum, who escorted him to his usual table which gave him a spectacular view of the duelling when it begun, but it also gave him a grand view of the rest of the club inhabitants. Looking every bit of his twenty years of age, he noticed that he was attracting a few appreciative stares of his own which he replied in kind with his dashing grin. The pulsating music coming some the loud speakers causing his blood to quicken it pace around his body, leaving him feeling more than a little restless, although this never showed from his outward composure to which he looked a picture of calm and collected, and undoubtedly handsome.
Already having seen the line up for tonight’s duelling entertainment, he could already pick who he thought the favourites; there would be some true test of talent and strength and some not so wonderful displays. Duke remembered a few of them from his time at the Wizarding School, he couldn’t help but wonder why some participants were actually entered into the contest, it really didn’t seem to suit their personalities, but an awful lot of thinks could happen in the space of few years, he had gone from wealthy, partying playboy to the incredibly wealthy, partying playboy, business man he was today.
Everyday he thanked his lucky stars he was in some random girl’s bed on the other side of the country when the Harrison family mansion had been ransacked and his parent’s assassinated. As bad as it seems, he knew his parents would be proud of him, well his Mother anyway for having the spine and ambition to take up the family legacy his father had turned his back on. After all what sort of man offers of his wife, the mother of his only heir, to save his own life? That as something a common, low mudblood would do, not an upstanding pureblood. His father had paid for his mistakes with his blood. His father deserved his demise, paved the way with the blood of his wife. Duke was happy his father died, he had deserved to die, if only his mother could have been spared though.
“Well, well, well. What do you have here” Duke mumbled to himself as he knocked back his shot of firewhisky and watched the latest female entrant of the club. “Maybe tonight won’t be such a drag after all...”
All thoughts of the duels leaving his head, knowing that tonight would be one he’d not forget in a while.
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