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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Mar 23, 2007 22:39:41 GMT 10
As yet another coach pulled away Barnak peeled himself from from the wall opposite the club and made his way over to the door. The guards there had no doubt been keeping an eye on him, but this didn't concern him at all. He had never been to the club before, being a first year and just having started at Koalingo, and he wanted to check out the people going in before he entered.
He straightened his tie. It was ruby red - Ruberagon red - and it contrasted brightly with his black robes. His father had sent him a suit for the occasion, not desiring any son of his to be seen in anything but the finest silk and the very darkest black. Priests' socks black, it was known to some.
With a quick nod to the doormen he stepped inside and melted back into the shadows as far as he could, hoping that the corner he had chosen wasn't going to incur a sudden spotlight. He peered about the room, the sound waves so powerful that they seemed to affect even his vision, and took note of the familiar faces, particularly those from his house. He noticed the way they seemed to form specific groups, and he wanted to watch how they changed and interacted during the evening.
Barnak wasn't here to drink. He was only mildly interested in the duelling. He was here to plan his future.
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Post by Romulus Silvia on Mar 24, 2007 11:04:12 GMT 10
“You came,” Romulus said as he turned to look at the Everard twin he had been working on for the last couple of weeks. He knew there was a possibility that she was the weaker of the two Everard twins, and he was also interested in seeing if they would be competing tonight but was more then a little disappointed to not see their names on the match up sheets around the place. He was still a little fuming himself to find that he had not been put up against Lucius Sinister.
“You’re not competing?” he said when he looked at her, turning to give her the bulk of his apparent attention. His eyes were open for another whom had not yet entered. He was already curious to see some of the people that were there. Lady Saphricorn; for instance was something of a surprise to him. But she was not who he was most interested in, no, neither was Lucius Sinister.
“How disappointing, I would have thought this was exactly what your dear sister and you were training for the other day,” he knew she probably would not appreciate him bringing that particular event up again, all the same… he had hoped. But then he realised it wasn’t like he could make her do something she didn’t want to… yet.
“Have you got a drink?” he asked her before turning to continue his search for the face he was most eager to see. He was more then a little surprised she had not yet arrived. All the same it was so like her to be fashionably late. Perhaps she was still working on her disguise. A pity of course. Her beauty was unmatched, and she would have to mar it if she wanted to walk freely through the club without drawing the attention of others.
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Post by AuroraCeleste on Mar 24, 2007 13:21:39 GMT 10
Aurora used to dream of nights like this. Nights when she would arrive at social gatherings welcomed, not shunned. The American family that had adopted her as a baby had many parties at many grand settings by the many stuffed shirted stuck up branches of that family. The Velvetblossom’s were an old line of American magic. They migrated to America from Essex before the revolution that lead to America being a united nation separate from his majesty’s British Empire. He family had lived in the United States ever since, surviving the Salem witch burnings and countless other accusations on the families validity as normal human beings.
In fact the Velvetblossom’s were not normal. They were filthy rich and always would be. They had very old money, which was why they did not draw a lot of attention these days. Their wealth was in real estate and the vast amount of it that they occupied, not forgetting the vast amount they sold to the American Government when cities started popping up all around the country. Beyond their money, and their social appearance however, the family was cursed. And that curse was Aurora herself, and they did not mind sharing the information with her at all.
Every morning and every night while living with the family before attending Koalingo they would accuse her of being the cause of any misfortune that had occurred during the previous twelve hours. By and large Aurora was happy to be rid of them and did not return to America even during the Summer holiday’s where she took lodging in Koaltumut until the new school year.
Tonight Aurora was wearing beautifully adorned robes of lavender silk that looked more like a dress then robes. Her hair hung down her back in ebony ringlets smelling sweetly of the wash she had rinsed through it everyday of her life for as long as she could remember.
She walked through the club holding her head high and feeling as confident as ever. None of her friend’s had joined her this evening, as most of them were muggle born or half muggle, which meant they could not enter. It surprised a lot of her friends that she was even attending the duelling night let alone competing. She had left them to their own devices though as she had expected them to return the gesture.
Walking through the club she immediately zoned in on the duelling roster. He name was partnered with Kalika Gardan for the first duel. An interesting choice. She smiled. She knew little about the Gardan girl, but she did know that she could possibly muster up something she didn’t like about her so that she could perform her very best against her,
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Post by Lady Olivia Oniada on Mar 24, 2007 17:20:55 GMT 10
There is a door on the bottom floor of the club. No one knows about it, but it is there. The club itself had so many levels, and with each passing level the club grew deeper and deeper into the ground. This was probably why no one knew about the door. No one ever used it. And why should they, it was not designed for them. It had a very special purpose and tonight for the first time in a long while, the door opened.
The woman that stepped through it was clad in a gown of black flecked with gold. Her fingernails were a blazing light green and her eyes shone with the same colour. Her hair was up in a delicate knot that would confuse the best of hair designers, magical and muggle alike. This woman held herself with a regal intricacy that could put to shame any and all others.
She didn’t speak to the men that opened the door. She stepped through and heard the loud music that was coming from the levels above her. She looked around without moving or speaking a word and the dark room was suddenly alight. The torches along the walls now burning brightly.
The door closed behind her and now she was quite alone. Moving away from the door she moved slowly but with purpose. Climbing each level one by one, each level became as bright as the previous and she at last made it to the levels where people conducted themselves in the self-secured belief that they were, this night, quite safe.
She smiled when she saw the sight. It was funny to her to see people who thought in this world there were places that still existed where she and her followers could not find them. Fortunately tonight she was no Avada Kedavra. Fortunate for them.
She moved through the crowds slowly heading towards the place where she would be spending her evening. There was a booth set aside for her by Bartholomew. She sat in it and waited, watching and working out who was where.
’Well well, Lady Saphricorn, it has been so long,] she thought to herself when she realised Lady Saphricorn was in a booth not far from her. She knew Lady Saphricorn would recognise her. Fortunately dressed as Lady Oniada, she was a free citizen. Saphricorn and Emerindyl knew she was Avada Kedavra, but they were never able to prove it to the Ministry of Magic, and so as long as she conducted herself as Lady Oniada, they could not touch her.
An impudent fool made his way into her booth. Her eyes locked on him at once. Did he think he was going to chat her up or something? She shook her head at him when he sat down and her eyes flashed almost as if she had caused them to do so. He got the message at once and moved away from her booth. Tonight would be interesting indeed.
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Post by Tye Coleman on Mar 25, 2007 19:10:01 GMT 10
Tye arrived at a time he thought neither early nor late. It was simply a time to arrive. And he was happy about that. There was a lot of hype about the duelling competition flying around the Saphricorn commons and so Tye had come along simply because he was a curious boy and one of very few in his house that could actually attend. He didn’t really approve of clubs that did not allow people because of their heritage, but all the same…
He walked into the club looking about for some familiar faces. He didn’t know a lot of people but Jay Rastan could not be confused. Though he did not look at place in a club. Probably though this was because Tye did not normally come to Blood Lust so the whole atmosphere to him, was alien.
He wandered over to the bar and tapped it with his hand. The barman came over and asked him what he wants. Tye did not think his tone was very polite, all the same… if it meant he could drink some liquor. It was good enough for him.
“Firewhisky my man, and make it chill all the way down as it burns,” he said as a way of saying that he wanted ice in his drink.
The barmen walked off on him without giving him anyway. Tye thought this was probably due to the fact that he did not look of age. He waited with a grimace on his face for the barman to return, by which time he might order something more suited to someone of the sixth year.
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Post by Lady Amberly Ameraid on Mar 29, 2007 11:52:16 GMT 10
There was a spark that flickered in Amberly Ameraid’s eyes when she entered the Blood Lust Night Club. She could sense every soul in the room, including one she had not expected to find. She knew Sylvia Saphricorn was there, though tonight her attention was focused on another whose presence seemed a lot newer to this place. It was someone Amberly had not been in contact for sometime. She knew Sylvia Saphricorn would also be aware of her presence, though she; for the moment, remained in her own booth.
Amberly walked through the club looking at the bar. She did not wait for the barman, a drink prepared itself while he was not even aware and floated over to her hand. She would pay him for it later if she felt it was appropriate.
She moved with her drink to the booth that contained one Lady Olivia Oniada. And she said nothing while she came to sit on the opposite end of the booth and looked out across the club with appraising eyes. Though her full attention was focused on Lady Oniada.
“How many years has it been, Olivia?” she asked her without looking at her. She did not want it to appear that she was speaking to this woman at all, and that she was only sitting in the same booth by complete coincidence. She knew she would not fool Saphricorn however, all the same, she didn’t really care for the woman’s opinion at the moment.
“You are very brave showing your face here,’ she said to her still not giving her any attention. Her eyes were on the Ameraid prefect who was competing that night. Amberly had to betray an interest in how that particular duel would play out. She was interested to see the talents of this girl.
“The ministry of magic might be fooled as to your mask, Olivia, but you know, as I do, that the mask does not fool myself, Saphricorn, and indeed not Emerindyl” she looked at her at this point. Her eyes were dark and cold, and why they did not hold death behind them as the eyes of the Oniada. It was still a formidable gaze and not one to be toying with stupidly.
“I don’t advise staying,”
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Post by Barnak Pengryffin on Apr 6, 2007 0:00:50 GMT 10
Barnak stood with one shoulder resting against the wall, concentrating hard, his blurry eyes scanning the room for faces he knew interacting with those he didn't, but the harder he tried to look at any one individual the more difficulty he had in actually seeing them. He could feel every beat of the music hammering at the inside of his skull, somewhere near the back and to the left, if he had to point to it... He blinked a few times and his eyes began to water. He gave up and shut them altogether, rubbing them and giving them a moment's rest, but when he tried they didn't want to reopen.
Barnak stood completely still. It felt like the music was getting louder - it sounded no different to his ears, but the thumping in his head grew harder, sharper - and then there came a sensation rather like having his brain melt out through his ears and suddenly the music was dying away and he was left in a dark, quiet world.
He turned his head, trying to breathe slowly and calmly, not wanting to show weakness to anyone who may be close enough to see him, and suddenly a voice broke through his solitude as though echoing from a great distance:
“How many years has it been, Olivia?”
Barnak focused on the voice, mentally leaning closer to it, willing it to keep speaking to him, and he drank in the words not truly meant for his ears like a sweet nectar.
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