Alice Wyman
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Post by Alice Wyman on Sept 27, 2012 21:33:01 GMT -5
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"Oh, is that all it takes? Well, then mine are black and especially tasteful," Alice offered sweetly, amused. Black could twist words with surprising ease. At least he kept things from getting boring. "I am sure you will sniff out some truly exotic selections. I can at least speak for the remarkably daring collection of Gryffindor sixth years." Emboldened by wine, she couldn't help but tease. She glanced to the cancan line, which appeared to be growing. Legs kicked impossibly high. Alice shrugged, "Of course, so can the rest of the school."
Oh, Lily. Poor, poor Lily. She was just digging herself into a deeper hole, leaving herself wide open with her last comment. Alice hid her grin in her flute of wine, opting not to rescue Lily from her remark. It was, perhaps, not the most kind of moves, but Alice was rather interested to see where this would lead. Even the blind could see that James Potter seemed ready to implode. It was extremely entertaining.
Lily opted to deflect her embarrassment with a rather startling question. Alice looked up at the leggy redhead, rather surprised. The expression gave way to amusement as she entertained the idea. She pushed rather un-Gryffindorlike thoughts out of her brain. She blamed their existence on the wine. Wine made for such a lovely scapegoat. It did not complain when you accused it of humiliating behavior. It simply shouldered the blame gracefully. Alice could respect that.
"Oh, you're too kind. I'm trying to win the heart of the little house elf in black. Maybe now he'll fall victim to my womanly charms," Self deprecation had always served her well, fat or thin. A grin lit her lips as she examined her drink with mild interest. It wasn't as though she weren't interested-- a rather uncomfortable flood of memories decided to remind her of that fact with alarming intensity-- but it had always seemed irrelevant. Alice had always been invisible to boys, and her propensity to hide in her schoolwork hadn't exactly helped. This was... different.
So, Alice did the only thing she could think of. She polished off her glass of wine let it be. And this had been a very remarkable plan, until a source of rather un-Gryffindor like thoughts completely derailed it.
It was insane, how the touch of dark magic could make her pulse rush. Alice tensed, arm slipping out of Lily's, fingers brushing against her wand. A sober part of her brain urged her to stay put, but it was quickly overruled by drunken impulse. Alice could only smile apologetically at Lily, mouthing a quiet 'sorry'. She was entirely aware that she was leaving her to the wolves. Well, wolf. James Potter seemed the only threat here and he was presently brain damaged from the onslaught of Lily-innuendo. She'd be fine. Probably.
"Not yet, but you're going to take me to 'ooh' and 'ahh' over them right now," She spoke crisply, keeping her expression light and carefree. He could be lying. He probably was. He was almost certainly going to threaten her. She didn't doubt that this was a stupid, dangerous decision. There was no rational reason for her to accompany him. But she could feel the vile pulse of that mark brushing against her skin, and Alice was so helplessly fascinated by Rabastan Lestrange. She hated the effect he had on her, how he erased all her sensibilities. Alice had spent the last few days convincing herself that her fit of madness was temporary and that she would never again deign him with her company.
But here she was, following him. Eagerly. Curious and ready to find out what made him tick. The wine really wasn't helping. Alice was seriously regretting her decision to drink. It was hard enough to think straight around him when she was sober. And his hand was so warm on her arm, like a living flame. She wasn't sure how much of that was dark magic, and how much was an infuriating attraction. It was difficult to differentiate between the two.
"Are your fire dancers real, Lestrange? Because if they aren't, I shall be extremely put out."
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Post by Evelina Gamp on Sept 30, 2012 6:47:19 GMT -5
Evelina was far too excited for tonight. Her Hogsmeade weekend with Amycus had gone well, she’d thought about him a lot since then. There was something about him that made her very nervous and when he told her to be here, she found it difficult to refuse. It had also been a few days since she had seen Sirius around, and he’d been on her mind too since he’d stood her up, and with the party invite. She hoped it wouldn’t be awkward between the two of them. She and her friends would have gotten invited some time anyway, but her experience with Sirius had earned her a personal invitation at least, and as many plus-ones as she could muster. Her friends had not stopped teasing her intensively. She had felt so embarrassed until Amycus came along, but she knew Sirius’ reputation, it was her own fault really, she had had enough of guys like him. Her friends also knew they could wind her up and it had worked terribly well. She blushed every time they raised the subject.
They had all spent the day in class, but as soon as their final period ended Eva and her friends began the beauty routine. It was evening before they were ready after several hours of pruning. Eva wore a short little toga under her usual school robes and they all headed for the library before it got too late. They were warned about setting off too late because whatever charms were in place only worked once they were inside, if they were out of hours anyway they’d risk getting caught before they even got in.
Eva had worried a tad that a late night party mid week might be damaging for her already struggling studies, but this was too big to miss. When she reached the statue the invitation had told her to get to, she worried it was all a big joke or she’d gotten the time wrong. But her boldest friend said the password and suddenly as if from nowhere the door opened to loud music, the smell of alcohol and more students than she could have imagined. It was spectacular and the part was in full force.
Eva kept an eye out for Amycus or Sirius, but it was so packed out she couldn’t hope to find anyone. She bee-lined for the drinks in the centre of the room and, with her little group of Hufflepuffs, immediately started on shots. Evelina knew she’d need some serious Dutch courage tonight. |
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Post by James Potter, Esq. on Sept 30, 2012 14:14:59 GMT -5
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James wasn't sure how to cope with this new, friendlier Lily. Sure, she was still insulting him at every opportunity, and yes she was still threatening him and his mates with detention, but... she hadn't stormed off in a huff. She hadn't hexed him. She hadn't even told him that she hated him yet, and they'd been talking for a few solid minutes. James couldn't help the bubble of hope rising in his chest. After years of chasing and pining and prolonged depressions, was his relentless persistence finally paying off? James could scarcely believe it.
He didn't actually believe it, to be honest. Perhaps Lily had imbibed more wine than she was admitting to. Perhaps someone had drugged her. It seemed impossible that she could be warming up to him. James could deal with her scorn, it was almost second nature to him now. But this was foreign and he wasn't sure he would be able to navigate her newfound warmness without destroying what little progress he had made.
James refilled his drink in the fountain. The booze would at least keep him from saying anything too daft. Right? Wait, no, that's not how it works. James alway got so muddled around Lily. Still, not one to waste a drink, he took a deep swig.
"You wound me, Evans," he offered mock offence, touching a hand to his chest. He huffed dramatically, shaking his head. "I am a bastion of purity, a saint of utmost chastity. I cannot believe you believe me to be so base." With a sigh, he shot Lily an amused grin, eyes dancing. "As for you, Paddy, you are... wise." He admitted, shrugging his shoulders. What could he say? Sirius was practically his brother. He was obligated by law to harass him.
They were joined by a peculiar figure. Someone had taken their theme of ancient Greek and Roman debauchery and run with it to a whole new extreme. James was pleased that the male had not opted for a tiny toga, at least. James had seen too many disturbingly short togas on blokes and was certain he would never look at Sturgis Podmore the same way ever again.
Said figure abducted Wyman rather easily. James wasn't sure why he considered it an abduction. Wyman seemed entirely willing to accompany the masked figure. But something about him put James on edge. His wand hummed against his skin, urging caution. James didn't know what to make of it and as it did not immediately concern Lily or Sirius, ignored it for another hearty swig of alcohol.
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Post by Sirius Black on Sept 30, 2012 14:56:42 GMT -5
“I can’t say I’ve lost interest entirely,” Sirius admitted as Alice revealed the characteristics of her underwear. “Frankly I’m quite willing to investigate the matter further.” He then watched as Alice’s attention was stole by a masked student. The ancient theme party had clearly invited some creative responses but this guy had gotten a tad too excited. “Halloweens not for another month or so yet, mate,” Sirius jibbed, as the pair left for the fire dancers. Even in his drunk state he knew there was certainly something off about that, but before he could put his finger on it they had disappeared into the group. He wondered vaguely if they should have let their very drunk friend wander off with a masked individual without question.
Sirius only realised after Alice and her mystery man had disappeared into the crowd that he knew nothing about any fire dancers – though the idea was a great one! He had to wonder who had come up with that and how he had not. More so, he wondered how and why they had organised it without him knowing a thing. He turned to James and Remus, a vaguely bemused look on his face, “Fire dancers?”
The exit of Alice also meant it was the perfect time to throw his best friend cruelly into the deep end with Miss Evans before he or Remus became the third wheel. “Right, I better have a word with the band about the line up – I’ll leave the pair of you to continue discussing one another’s appendages. Or underwear, whatever takes your fancy.” He slapped his mate on the shoulder with his characteristically wolf-like grin and manoeuvred away from the group.
Sirius had no intention of bothering the band, who were doing as smashing job so far, and instead he made his way through adoring crowds until he spotted another familiar face. The Hufflepuff whom he had offered to take to Hogsmeade the weekend just passed was amongst a familiar group of girls by the drinks fountain. As awkward as the encounter would be, Sirius felt obliged to say something. He approached her and tentatively tapped her shoulder, very aware of the potential giddy reaction from her friends, particularly depending on their alcohol consumption.
“Eva, I must once again extend my apologies for this weekend. When I reached Honeydukes you had already left – I hope you weren’t waiting long?” He plucked a drink from a passing tray and extended it to the girl. “Maybe you can offer me a second chance this evening?”
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Sept 30, 2012 15:09:09 GMT -5
The room smelt strongly of alcohol and sweat and the warmth made Rab half wish he had opted for toga. Several people seemed to have neglected their clothes altogether and were being softly ushered away from the crowd by some clearly quite embarrassed friends. The Slytherin dungeon had an equivalent affair, only students from the most respectable families warranted an invitation and it was a much darker and more lavish affair, with the collective wealth of guests, but nowhere close to the scale of this thing. It was, admittedly, an impressive achievement – but it didn’t make it worth an appearance. Frankly, the company made it entirely avoidable for any like him to attend.
Rab ignored the comments from Black, not wanting to draw attention to himself. Wyman took the hint, thankfully enough, and he lead her through the hordes of intoxicated students until he gave up on finding any area of space within the masses and settled in the corner of the room beside a clearly once extravagant buffet which had been demolished by hungry drunks. He wondered vaguely if the boys planned any sort of clean up or were just going to leave this a mystery for Filch. Magic was all well and good for the cleaning of regular untidiness or accumulated filth, but this was another story and would take far more than a spell or two. Besides, nobody here looked as though they were capable of even the most basic of magic in the state they were in.
“It wouldn’t surprise me,” he answered, watching fire birds tirelessly circling the crowds. “Admittedly I haven’t seen any. I just had to wonder what possessed you to keep the company of traitors and mudbloods.” Rab put a rather nasty emphasis on the last part, they were always so sensitive about that word. But he was so certain there was something in her that showed interest – the way she was around him and the way she reacted to his mark. There was something more to her.
After tonight everyone here would have to realise they couldn’t sit on the sideline happily. An attack on the school, a student targeted and severely injured. The Gamps were a respectable family, they just had not declared themselves either way and the dark lord needed the girl’s father for whatever reason. Had Wyman’s father still held the position his own filled now, she may have been the target herself. Rab would hesitate perhaps, after their encounter, but ultimately he knew if it was asked of him he would have no choice. It wasn’t healthy to be in the position she took, particularly if she continued to flirt with either side.
“I can protect you from them, if you were to embrace the Dark Lord,” he said, barely trying to keep his voice down. He took her wrist again and traced the path of the snake. “Your and your family would be safe and rewarded beyond belief. But stay here, with these traitors, and I can’t promise you you won’t get hurt.”
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Lily Evans
Gryffindor
Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't? Hurts, doesn't it?
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Post by Lily Evans on Oct 3, 2012 12:49:16 GMT -5
At Alice’s response to Sirius, she couldn’t help but raise a brow slightly in surprise. She certainly seemed a lot more confident around these boys then Lily did. Her quip seemed almost innocent and came so easily, as if she had been bantering with them for years. Lily had been – well, arguing – with them for years and was still no better at it. It was entirely frustrating that her scolds and lectures still seemed to have little to no effect on the Marauders even after seven years. Other students would steer well clear of Lily Evans, whereas sometimes the redhead was convinced they positively sought her out just to infuriate her. She did grimace slightly at the idea of Sirius ‘sniffing out’ girls though, and at the behaviour some of her gender seemed to be displaying. Honestly, did they have no modesty? No pride? Lily had always been taught to bear herself well at all times. After all, you never knew who might be watching or who you might be meeting. Stumbling over a chair leg and falling face-first into a fountain of alcohol was hardly the first impression Lily would ever want to give to somebody.
She began to smile as Alice dodged her question rather beautifully, but it was cut short when a cloaked figure – male from what Lily could tell – swooped in to peel her friend away from the small group. Something about the figure set the Head Girl on edge. Was it the mask? Perhaps. It was grotesque, and although she knew from history it was in-keeping with the theme of the evening it still seemed overly dramatic. There was something about the desire to hide one’s identity that just didn’t sit well with her, despite the fact that Alice appeared to know this person and willingly go with them, leaving Lily stood alone with the remaining Marauders.
“Alice?” she asked, partly accusatory and partly clearly begging her not to leave as the smaller girl slipped their arms apart. She caught the mouthed apology as the two of them disappeared into the crowd, green eyes following them as long as she could before losing them. She felt like she ought to go after her, stick around. She felt oddly like an older sister to Alice; at least, she assumed this was how older sisters felt, her own having done a shockingly poor job at the relationship. But then, she was old enough to handle herself, wasn’t she? And if she had slipped off with a young man with a smile, surely the last thing she would want would be Lily’s interference? Still, something about him bothered her, and she felt compelled to drop one hand to lightly brush the handle of her wand.
Now left alone with the boys, she rolled her eyes at James’ mock-pain. He certainly had a way with words, she would give him that much. Lily had seen James Potter charm his way out of so many situations, with other students and professors alike, that his rhetoric almost seemed normal to her now. Luckily she had never been one to fall for such nonsense with him.
“Is that so?” she questioned, a slightly amused tone creeping into what she had planned on being a stern and annoyed voice. “And when you suggested last year in the Library that I just ‘needed a good snog’ to loosen me up before exams, that was completely innocent and pure, was it? Don’t try all that patter with me, you know all too well it’s a waste of my precious time.”
No. No, no, no. The one word repeated on a loop through her mind as – just like Alice had her – Sirius abandoned his supposed friend, clearly trying to get Remus to follow suit with the grin he shot their way as he left. Why? Why would Sirius do this? Obviously, she reasoned, he thought his party ending with a colossal row between the Head Boy and Girl was just what the evening needed. That was all that ever happened when the two were left alone, and already annoyed at the thought Lily knew things were going to end up heading that way. Men were just so....well, stupid! It was no wonder she’d never had a boyfriend. She couldn’t imagine willingly spending vast amount of her spare time around one of this lot. So many girls had told her how jealous they were of the attention she received, and she always replied the same way; they were more than welcome to take it.
Wine now finished, Lily placed her empty glass on another tray that was floating by, before crossing her arms once again. Her annoyance was more obvious now, fingers of her left hand lightly drumming against her right arm as she raised a brow, almost challenging James to say something that would cause a fight. It had been months since their last argument at the end of Sixth Year. Strange though it was, she had been oddly anticipating their first shouting match for weeks.
"Talk like this."
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Alice Wyman
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Post by Alice Wyman on Oct 4, 2012 15:07:05 GMT -5
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He deposited her near the banquet table. Alice was uncertain if this was a subtle jab or simply the most removed position in the room from her friends. She glanced to the demolished tables, suppressing a quiet pang of hunger. She longed for another glass of wine, something to make her less keenly aware of Lestrange's stupidly male presence, something to keep her from remembering tonight.
Courage, Alice.
His getup was peculiar, if historically accurate. Alice wasn't quite sure what possessed him to hide his face. It seemed almost a crime. She chalked that thought up to the last glass of wine, which was making her uncomfortably warm as it danced through her blood. She fanned herself idly, glancing about, searching for an exit, a window, something. She wasn't sure if she was trying to escape the heat, or Lestrange. Something about him was... more. More dangerous. More captivating. More... Merlin's tits, she couldn't think straight around him.
Especially when he took her wrist in that blasted way of his. The way his fingers traced out the serpents shape sent a shiver down her spine. Her mouth went very dry at his words. She was regretting the several drinks she had, because she needed her wits about her. She breathed deep, trying to center herself. And with stupid courage, she turned her gaze on him with a laugh. The wine, at least, was supplying the bravery and for that she was grateful.
"You persist in thinking me stupid," she remarked, examining the lines of his mask. It was grotesque. It suited him, even as it contrasted his handsome features so remarkably. She set her empty glass aside, the first sensible thing she had done all night. She spoke softly, entirely too aware of the crowd around them. "Do you really think I would be openly rude to the social royalty of my house? I have no intention of commiting social suicide."
That much was true, at least. Alice had spent too long being the butt of everyone's jokes. She would never go back to that place, never let her housemates treat her as subhuman again. It was an entirely selfish, cowardly thing, but she didn't care.
She couldn't deny that his offer was appealing. The thought of never having to worry about Simon's safety was a powerful draw. It would certainly satisfy her mother, would certainly elevate her reputation in the circles she ran in. But the thought of committing to their cause so completely, a cause she didn't really care for, turned her stomach.
"Besides," she remarked lightly, "I'm not nearly drunk enough to make such drastic, life-altering decisions." Alice paused for a beat, watching a nearby firebird divebombing particularly rowdy guests. Her gaze sombered and she spoke rather more seriously, "Just for a night, I'd like to not think about the war. I just want to be sixteen and let the world fall apart on its own time. Just for a night."
The thought was selfish and it pained her. But for once, she didn't want to be her father's daughter, concerned about the damn politics and the rising violence. She just wanted to enjoy being drunk in the company of an attractive person. It went against everything she'd been raised to believe in-- duty, responsibility, righteousness, and she was certain she'd hate herself for the lapse of judgement in the morning. She looked to Lestrange, hating that bloody mask even more. She wanted to rip it off of him so she could try and follow his thoughts, try to solve the puzzle. Or kiss him. She hadn't quite made up her mind yet. "Is that so wrong?"
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Post by James Potter, Esq. on Oct 5, 2012 13:50:04 GMT -5
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James wasn't sure he if he wanted to hug or kick Sirius. What was he thinking, leaving James alone with Evans? This was a recipe for disaster. His rows with Lily were the stuff of legends and would most certainly derail their lovely party. But despite the imposing doom of their gala, he couldn't hide the stupid grin that was spreading across his face. Sirius, he reasoned, was the best mate a bloke could ask for, giving James yet another chance to crash and burn with the ever lovely Lily Evans.
Even knowing that this attempt was most probably doomed to fail, that he ought to spare himself the pain, he couldn't help himself. Lily Evans was his Achille's Heel (in keeping with the theme of the party). James turned into an idiot around her, rendered daft by her wit, blinded by her dedication to enforcing the rules. No matter how hard he tried, James couldn't resist her pull. It was like an especially vicious form of gravity, one that left him burning in her atmosphere. James considered that thought, and grimly admitted that his metaphor needed work.
Lily's ever so honest observations regarding his chastity widened his grin. He had thought that line especially clever. She hadn't appreciated it and he had had to dodge a particularly vicious bat bogey hex as he fled the library. He'd been rather impressed by the hex and, if anything, her brilliant wandwork only made him fancy her more. James was beginning to suspect he was secretly a masochist and fancied Lily primarily because of her verbal abuse.
"I said that only with your best interests at heart," James flattered, opening his hands in a 'what can I say?' manner. "According to recent polls, my smooches offer a whopping seventy six percent reduction in stress after only five minutes. That would make me almost twice as effective as a standard calming draught, I'll have you know."
Lily did not seem particularly enthused by his presence. James considered backing off on the obnoxious charm, primarily for the safety of him and any nearby students. This consideration was promptly ignored because, well... Lily.
She arched her brow at him with her arms folded, looking rather reminiscent of Madame Pince. Well, about forty two times more attractive. That toga, as modest as it was, was playing havoc on his brain. That and the booze. James was feeling especially reckless. This did not bode well.
"Come on, Lily, don't look at me like that. I haven't done anything wrong in the last three hours. Well, other than locking Filch in his office. But aren't you glad I did? It'd be a terrible thing if he were to happen upon our spectacular party." James smiled winningly, looking up to their ostentatious fountain. He was quite fond of this bit of magic, having designed the little spell himself. James loved Transfiguration almost as much as he did Quidditch and Lily, we musn't forget Lily, though he would never let it slip. "Relax. Have another drink?" He didn't mean for that to turn into a question. But he was beginning to falter a bit under her relentless gaze. James plucked a glass of wine off yet another transfigured-cat and ignored the way it hissed at him as he offered it to Lily.
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Post by Winter on Oct 5, 2012 15:04:51 GMT -5
Remus had stayed quite for a very long time. He really didn’t want to get involved in the trouble brewing between Lily and James. He thought it was pretty reckless for Sirius to leave the two of them alone, but reckless really should have been Sirius’s middle name though it wasn’t. He didn’t want to leave either of them without and ally, but he found himself in the odd position of not being sure which side he would land on. James was one of his best mates and he naturally wanted to help him, but he identified with Lily’s intelligence and work ethic that he shared. Considering self-preservation the most pressing matter at hand he decided he would fallow Sirius’s example leaving the two with an apologetic look to both before mumbling something about an out of control mosh pit forming on the dance floor.
There wasn’t anything out of control on the dance floor except for the people who were still trying to stand upright after the conga line fiasco. Remus thought they would be fine though. There were several girls completely out of control but he had a feeling a lot of the male population would frown on him changing that. It wasn’t really his job to keep an eye on rule breakers anymore. He was aware that James and Lily wouldn’t be able to stop any of it while they were engaged with each other, but that wasn’t his problem since he wasn’t head boy of a prefect he might as well enjoy himself.
He walked over to where he had been when the party started. It was the only space of wall that looked clean and he was thankful for that at least. He took a glass of wine from a passing tray and drank the whole thing in two hearty gulps as he made his way over to the wall. He wasn’t going to drink as much as most of the students since he knew from many years of friendship with James and Sirius that he was a feather weight, compared to them at least. He had no intention of being one of those people who ended up unconscious on the dance floor only partially clothed as had happened a few times over the last six years.
He played a bit with his fire birds making them swoop down on people who were being especially loud and rowdy. He had no desire to break up any fights and since his mates seemed otherwise occupied he was the one keeping a watchful eye on all the attendants. As he let his gaze roam over the room from group to group he found that some of the figures in the crowd were giving him an increasingly uneasy feeling. Something told him that there were a good number of students in attendance who hadn’t been invited in attendance and they weren’t just looking for some fun.
He didn’t want to disrupt anyone fun but . . . No better to wait till something actually happened before causing a ruckus. If he caused an uproar there would be little chance for him to blend into the background as he liked to do. He was finally relaxing when a girl grabbed his arm and dragged him onto the dance floor. He was very confused he wasn’t sure he had even ever seen this girl. All thoughts of imposing figures in masks and cloaks were dashed from his mind as he was thrown into the center of the dance floor, which was still nothing but chaos.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 6, 2012 8:11:23 GMT -5
“You persist in getting yourself into ill-advised situations,” he argued, noting that walking off with someone who has actively identified themselves as a threat was never a good idea. But they both knew he wasn’t going to hurt her, and no part of him truly thought her stupid. Quite the opposite. There may have been alternative motives to him wanting her on his side, but in truth if he she did turn, Rab expected she would be a formidable ally for them. More of a concern, if she didn’t turn she was both a skilled witch for their opposition and one in full knowledge of his allegiance and involvement with the Dark Lord.
“Social royalty,” he repeated in awe, was she truly referring to the mudbloods and traitors he had found her with? “Do you courtesy for their royal highness too?” Rab shook his head disgusted. He was aware of how Gryffindors favoured Potter and Black, and they’d certainly made it clear at this affair that they were very aware of their own popularity, particularly with the statues and regal togas. He could understand it in truth – yes they were traitorous bastards, but from what he had heard and witnessed so far they were sociable, wealthy guys from pureblood families and very skilled wizards. Rab even respected the guts it must have taken to piss of THAT family. But the thing that surprised him was that people so against the elitism of pureblood society could act so damn superior themselves without being aware of the irony.
As Alice pleaded for a break from the war and the politics, Rab was inclined to agree somewhat. The atmosphere in this room was unbelievable. Everyone seemed happy and utterly carefree, most were oblivious and innocent to the stirring of war, even now. They were all just kids, including himself and the girl he held. He wouldn’t ever have been at this party himself, in any life, but part of him wished he could agree with Wyman and let everyone here have at least one more night of their teenage years before all hope of that was lost.
But they were too far gone, that was an impossible wish. There was no turning back now. Regardless of how they felt or which side they would turn to, every last one was an unwitting member of a hopeless tragedy that was only just beginning to unwind. Rab suddenly felt his mask held a sickly irony. In any case, he had wanted this. He had asked for it, begged his brother. He still wanted it in truth, the prospect of what they were about to do still excited him. But there was also a part of him very aware that his actions tonight, and those of his accomplices, would put into motion a very dark time for both sides. He knew from that point he would remember this day and this moment for the rest of his life. Everyone here was doomed, including him. By the time the sun rose, they would be plunged into a new darkness, the end of any days they had the luxury of ignorance. He wouldn’t be doing Alice any favours indulging her wish by pretending otherwise.
“It isn’t wrong to want that,” he agreed, with a dismissive shrug. “But I’m not sure it’s an achievable dream, even for a night.” Rab looked around the room but couldn’t even see the crowd they had come from, they were buried in a sea of happy drunks. “What decisions are you drunk enough to make?” he queried, his expression softening beneath the mask and a wry grin pulling at his lips.
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Post by Livia Grimm on Oct 6, 2012 9:59:19 GMT -5
It was getting late now and still no professor seemed to suspect the ruckus affair which had been unfolding for hours in the school. Alcohol spillages were leaking mysteriously into the corridor and the entire fifth floor smelt distinctly of vomit. It was no longer subtle where the location of this affair was, but still there was no real indication of an actual a party of this scale. All those people, all that noise – the smell of sweat and liquor – all hidden behind Boris. It was impressive magic.
Livia had managed to convince Rabastan that another set of eyes at this event was a necessity. She realised as soon as she saw the huge crowd of people that she was entirely justified, though the suggestion had been purely for illegitimate reasons. Fenrir wanted information, to be kept in the loop as far as the school was concerned, and so far she had nothing. Everyone knew his favourite prey was the youngsters. He had several followers of his own, like her, who he had gotten to early enough to show them the life they could have. Livia would always be grateful, she would do anything for the man. The Dark Lord had promised victims, young Hogwarts victims included, and Fenrir wanted to know just how much longer he would have to wait before he could satisfy his hunger. He had gone through alot to put her in the advantageous position she was in, and she had been chosen for her rather unintimidating appearance. A wolf in sheep’s clothing, so to speak. To fail now wasn’t worth her life.
Rabastan had told her she could participate on the condition she did not interfere with the girl, and wore a mask as they all were told. As far as she knew, the plan was still for Amycus to lure the girl away for Lestrange to restrain her. Then, now masked, Carrows would work whatever his sick mind threw out. A simple but cruel plan which was sure to get the job done so long as she did not recognise any of them. So, Livia had no choice but to disguise her face. She wore a wooden mask carved into the shape of a wolf’s head, and had wrapped her frail body in black material to honour the toga theme. She hated having her bare bones exposed, so over this she wore a wolf pelt in a style often practiced over armour by commanders of Rome. Many full moons she awoke to find she had fed on the meat of stray wolves in the forest. As guilty as this left her, she felt she ought to honour their death by skinning their carcass and wasting nothing.
Early on in the night, Livia spotted the target. She stayed close, undisturbed by carefree students. She had also spotted Lestrange and his hideous mask, through he didn’t currently seem interested in the job at hand. Liv kept an elevated position and kept her eyes on the girl, not wanting to miss a moment of action. But even as she gave the job her utmost concentration, she felt herself become distantly distracted. The smell of another polluted her nostrils. Even through the sweat an alcohol she knew what she could sense. Another wolf was among the crowd.
Had Fenrir planted another and not told her? Were they any better informed in this matter? A thousand questions crammed her head as her eyes searched the room for suspects. But she couldn’t leave her post. When her attention returned to their victim, she was with Sirius Black. This wasn’t good, they would need a distraction. Livia needed to get Lestrange’s attention, he needed to remove this threat to their plan but he seemed to busy trying to snog another guest. She turned her wand to the fire birds and through a hex their way.
Her magic wasn’t as strong as the boys who had organised this event, clearly, but for a moment one bird burst dramatically into green flame and turned into a giant, hissing snake which slithered through the air above over surprised guests. It was very brief, and confusion almost silenced the room for a spli second before everyone returned to their fun. Snakes and skulls in the air would soon evoke fear and panic. But for now, people still had to learn to spot their enemy. The right people knew however, and for Lestrange’s attention, Livia gestured silently towards the direction of their prey.
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Alice Wyman
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give me the waters of lethe that shall numb the heart
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Post by Alice Wyman on Oct 7, 2012 21:06:43 GMT -5
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The room was starting to spin slightly. Alice hadn't been this drunk since her third year and The Man Eating PIneapple Incident. She desperately wanted a glass of water and a stable chair. But she had no desire to appear weak in front of Lestrange, and thus remained vertical.
Focus.
He asked if she courtseyed and she shot him a withering look which quickly gave way to an amused grin. The idea of courtseying to The Marauders was, at the very least, an amusing one. It would certainly inflate their egos to dangerous levels and cause an explosion of narcism and testosterone that would probably destroy the castle if left unchecked.
"Oh, of course," she drawled, rolling her eyes good naturedly, "Before and after we pay our tribute every Friday lest they decapitate us. We're a proper monarchy here in Gryffindor." She giggled despite herself, shaking her head. "It's just a turn of phrase, Lestrange. Are you always this prone to drama?"
The jibe was ill-advised, but Alice was too far gone for any semblance of sensibility. Had her rationale abandoned ship with the wine, or was it him? Even with that foul magic on his arm, she felt drawn to him, compelled to tease him. She wanted so badly to get a rise out of him, like she were some idiot first year. But it gave her a thrill to make him lose his Slytherin composure.
"Just an hour, then?" She asked, almost hopeful. Alice hated how wistful she sounded. She sounded like one of those bleeding Sirius fangirls and she promptly wished a hole would open beneath her and she would fall to her death. Luckily for her at that moment one of the fire birds exploded into an emerald snake. The flame disappeared quickly, but the sight of it made her pause. She knew he was connected to it, but she wanted so badly not to believe it. Worrying her lip, she watched as the room returned to normal and did the same.
His final comment warranted a quirk of a brow and a dimpled grin. She ignored the remaining shreds of her sensibilities, stepping into his personal bubble (remaining impressively stable, all things considered) and looking up at him. She cocked her head to one side with an inviting smirk. "I'm not sure. Care to find out?"
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 8, 2012 7:15:56 GMT -5
The court of the marauders was an amusing thought. The social politics of Gryffindor house was something of a mystery to him, but despite her jokes he suspected the analogy wasn't far from the truth. “Did you miss the giant fountain monument to them whilst you were mystified by their royal presence?” He retorted, looking again to the eyesore. “Seems pretty accurate to me.”
She was getting pretty bold with her comments. Though it had suprised and irritated him somewhat during their owlery encounter, it was kind of amusing now. Rab still didn't quite know how to handle defiance from as unlikley a source as she, but threats clearly weren't working.
The next moment his attention was diverted. A flash of green caught his eye and he saw the brief blast of a snake through the air which could only mean one thing. A signal, not as reckless as the dark mark but a sure sign. Rab scanned the room for the source and saw Grimm staring him down. She indicated towards the fountain and he gave a slight nod of understanding before turning back to Wyman.
It was a terrible decision. He knew it would be regretted, even before he did it. But this had gone on long enough. In a fit of stupidity, Rab momentarily lifted his mask and planted an extremely iladvised kiss. It was passionate, but far from romantic - rather, it was rough and necessary. When he pulled away he wasn't sure he felt any less frustrated.
“Times running out, there are only so many chances I can give you,” he warned her, replacing his mask. Part of him wanted to pursue this avenue further, but the time for indulging such thoughts was over. He was very conscious that after tonight, she would naturally suspect his involvement. Particularly with what he was about to do next. He leant to her ear. “Don’t forget my offer. And know that it could have be any one of your little friends, your loved ones, yourself... Think on it.” And with that he moved sharply away from her, letting the crowd current separate them and allow him to disappear. That wasn't difficult at this event. He couldn’t have her following him now.
Next Rab looked back to where Livia stood on some sort of podium. The wolf mask creeped him out more than his own somehow, there was something hauntingly odd about Grimm to start with. He was both thankful and irritated by fact that she had pulled him away from that experience. More so, he was concerned that she saw that fir of stupidity. He followed her gaze to the other side of that hideous fountain. There she was, skimpy toga with a crowd of giggling guards. And Sirius Black of course, always around to complicate matters. Distracting him in Hogsmeade hadn’t been a problem, he found the lad chatting up Madam Rosmerta and simply had a few hexes wreak havoc on the beer kegs. Black was only happy to help shift them, though Rab wouldn’t call him gentleman like. His wanting to get into women’s pants had come in useful then, but it was a clear hindrance here. This would call for a more simple approach.
Rab walked right up to Black and, with some force, shoved him away from Gamp sending him staggering back. Sirius was big enough, but he was slimmer and it wasn’t difficult for him to do, particularly catching the boy off guard. He wasted no time in taking the moment of confusion granted to him with planting punch right in the face. “Traitorous bastard,” he shouted, drawing quite a show. Quite a distraction. Then he drew his wand, there was no time to think and with Black’s reputation he was sure retaliation was imminent.
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Post by Evelina Gamp on Oct 8, 2012 12:31:33 GMT -5
Evalina was caught off guard as Sirius found her. She had almost lost hope of seeing anyone she knew in the drunken crowds. After a few shots and a few glasses of wine, she was feeling it somewhat herself. She wasn't however drunk enough to be forgiving. Eva tended not to be an angry drunk, if possible she got more light headed and giggly. But Sirius had made her wait for so long and it was not something she would easily forget.
He was apologising she realised and she just wanted to slap the man. “I waited a great deal,” she answered, matter-of-factly. “I waited until my fingers were blue. What on earth were you doing?” It wasn't an exaggeration, and although she had received an invitation by means of an apology - he hadn't bothered to seek her out personally.
She shook her head unhappily, taking another glass of wine as it whizzed past. She took a breath, remembering her manners. She didn’t have to stoop to his level. Plus an almost puppy dog expression on his face softened her a tad. He wasn’t so bad. Maybe it was the drink, maybe she really was as stupid as they said, but she could see the attraction, and cursed herself silently for it. “It’s fine. I had a great day in the end,” she admitted, “Amycus took me out, we went to Puddifoots. It was lovely –“ Eva had to stop mid sentence as suddenly Sirius was snatched from her. Swatted away like a fly and another man pushed past her. She watched the fight unfold with horror and some of her friends pulled her back into the crowd, which was gathering around the fight with confused interest.
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Lily Evans
Gryffindor
Ever fancied someone you know you shouldn't? Hurts, doesn't it?
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Post by Lily Evans on Oct 8, 2012 13:35:11 GMT -5
Oh, dear sweet Merlin. He just couldn’t help himself, could he? Whenever the two of them spoke – especially when they were alone – James would always descend into an almost salesman-esque patter designed to impress her. Maybe it worked on other girls, but then again, Lily thought, if it did they were almost certainly less intelligent than she was. She had learned a long time ago to see through nonsensical chatter, and in most people she simply tuned it out. With James though...She wasn’t sure if it was the tone of his voice, the confidence he spoke with, or the fact that a part of her knew (as much as she hated to admit it even silently to herself) that he could be so much more eloquent than that, but it was like nails on a chalkboard to her. She almost physically winced, partly for herself for having to hear it and partly for him for embarrassing himself so.
“I’ll take the draught, thank you,” she quipped, “maybe it’ll be strong enough to knock me out so I don’t have to stand hear listening to your voice any longer than absolutely necessary.”
Of course, there was an easier solution, Lily knew. She could simply walk away. It wasn’t like she didn’t have other things to be doing this evening. She’d never been the partying sort, and socialising wasn’t particularly high on her list of priorities this year. There was something about the atmosphere of the room though, how happy and carefree everyone seemed – admittedly with the help of alcohol – that was exerting almost a gravitational pull on her. She knew the sensible thing would be to say her goodbyes, make sure Alice was OK and leave to run her patrol. But if almost all the student body was in this room, would her interests not be better served here? She was almost certainly the most sober person in the room right now, and someone needed to keep the more reckless groups at bay, and probably help to clean up to god-awful mess that would be left behind in their wake. This wasn’t her job, she knew, but she wouldn’t be able to just walk away and leave it. She half wondered if that had been the Marauders’ intention when inviting her in the first place.
“You locked Filch in his off--?!” she started, before shaking her head and calming somewhat, aware that her raised voice had caught some attention. “You know what? I’m not even surprised. You know the poor man can’t do magic, he must be a nervous wreck in there. Honestly, have you no thought for other people when you pull these ridiculous stunts?”
Though Lily completely believed in what she had said, a part of her had to admit she was glad a professor or other member of staff hadn’t come across the location of the party yet. There was no doubt if someone did every student in here would be getting weeks if not months of detentions and probably a Hogsmeade ban, and Lily’s disciplinary record at Hogwarts was non-existant. She planned on keeping it that way. She could have always claimed to have just happened upon the event herself, but even she knew that was unbelievable. She hated the fact that he was right more than she hated what he had done, which was infuriating. Lily Evans was a very proud young woman, and admitting someone had better ideas than her or could perform better magic than her was extremely difficult. And she was rather east a Blast Ended Skrewt than say any of that applied to James Potter this evening.
Their banter, however, drew her in. She could try to resist all she wanted, knowing it would eventually lead to chaos and probably tears on one side or the other, but she had never been able to resist the pull of besting him. They were like yin and yang – Lily simply wouldn’t be happy without these sorts of encounters with James, something she had been realising more and more lately. It was extremely unnerving, and she tried to push it to the back of her mind. A drink, she reasoned, would help with this. It would probably get the eruption of an argument going quicker too, and get it out of the way. So, reluctantly with a questioning expression, she reached out and took the glass, making especially careful not to grant him any physical contact when doing so. She didn’t want to encourage him if she could help it. She raised it and took a sip, but almost choked as she saw one of the firebirds transform into a hissing green snake, the symbol of Slytherin. Someone was here, then, that probably hadn’t warranted an official invitation. Something about the statement (for that’s what it was in Lily’s mind, an announcement of someone’s presence) made her uncomfortable and she swallowed the wine carefully as her eyes scanned the room looking for a possible caster, coming up with no answer.
They were drawn rather suddenly, however, to a crowd that had suddenly made a collective gasp of surprise. She glanced just in time to see a punch land squarely on Sirius’ face, and dropped the glass to the floor to break at her feet as she raised the hand to her mouth in shock. Sure hexes and curses were occasionally thrown in the hallways, but Muggle violence was rare in Hogwarts. She was hardly friends with Sirius, but he was of her House and along with the other Marauders never let anyone say a word against her, even if she did disapprove of their methods of dealing with those that tried. Loyalty counted for everything in Gryffindor, and Lily could show plenty of it when cause demanded. She grabbed James by the arm instinctively, turning him to face his friend and the masked figure standing over him. She’d known something wasn’t right with that boy...
“It’s Sirius” she prompted, knowing that was all that needed to be said. This would be bedlam.
"Talk like this."
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