'Happy 368th Birthday!' - General Thread

[The Ministry Of Magic]

WELCOME!

Classical music was playing. The atrium tonight looked very different from normal. The floor had been transfigured into a bright golden color. The walls, too, were changed to white, making the whole lobby brighter and wider. On the ceiling were several magnificent crystal ceiling-lights. The enchanted ceiling showed the beautiful night sky, with many twinkling stars. The large fountain’s statues were replaced with a large stage for the music band. At the back of the stage, from the ceiling, water that wasn’t transparent as usual, but a light sky blue with white sparkles in color, came running down like water fall. The water was adjusted in a special way that made them formed a large symbol of the Ministry of Magic as they fall.

Around the fountain were the buffet tables, coated with cooper-brown cloths. On them were many white dishes and menus full of high-class food from various origins - from French to Asian – for you to call. Little magical drink fountains that refilled themselves when drained were placed on each table. The drink fountain had four layers: champagne/red-wine on top, blue cocktail next, juice near the bottom and lastly was mineral water. The middle table, which was facing the entrance, was large and round. On it was the biggest cake you had ever seen, with ‘368th Ministry of Magic’ neatly written on it.

In the middle was a wide space for the guests to stand or dance. The lifts were locked and there were some selected people who worked in the Law Reinforcement Department wandering around the important areas as guards to keep the party safe.

Thread will be unlocked and event will commence March 10th!
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[Severus Snape]

Snape entered the Ministry, for the ball he took in all around him more of habit. How ever the place looked nice around & he questioned how many people he would see that he would know, how ever time would tell & it was a change to the school & also he could see that the students that where here keep in line, with getting into trouble. He was dressed in his normal school robes, for it was fitting for here though he did have other robes, how ever they where not as formal & he felt that the robes he always wore as simple as they where, where fitting for him.

His steeps where light, he moved with ease & grace of course many avoided him even here, how ever he was sure someone would find the never to speak with him on matters of one form or another. As he moved more into where others would soon be, he took in more of all that was offered the fountains, food & even the spell to watch the stars.

[Alec Aichios]

Dressed in his finest suit, a fashionable cane in his hand, Alec entered the ministry for the first time after being invited to join the celebrations. He made sure a letter was sent to ask Emma to join him, but the girl was nowhere to be found as of lately, and although it was a shame, getting no reply didn't change his decision of attending the ball. The floo network was known for being messy, except the ministry's was quite impressive. The man had no dust on him. Otherwise his presence among some of the most popular figures in the magical world would only be disastrous.

Toward the Atrium he walked, and the beauty of it was astonishing. He had heard tales, seen photographs of it in the daily prophet and various magazines but seeing it directly, decorated in such a way was completely different. There, now he could add another achievement to his history, something to tell the friends that couldn't join him. He could see guests walking in front of him, stopping for identity confirmation before joining the festivities. And so, Alec was asked his name for verification. The two men that stood before him were perfect for the task, as they both seemed more than capable of escorting a gatecrasher out. It only took a few moments for them to find his name on the list. A kind word of greeting was spoken and Alec gave the man a slight nod in return before he walked past him to join the rest of the crowd.

The only issue is that for now there were no particular individuals that Alec knew very well. Just a few approached him to talk to him about the Triwizard tournament, it was quite the event, and especially that this was the first time that the goblet spat out four names, it gained extra attention. The brief, but warm chats and greetings were done for now, and Alec found himself to be quite thirsty. Just as he turned to look for the drink fountain, Alec spotted a professor that he got used to seeing around the Hogwarts castle. Alec thought about going there to say hello. The man seemed to be wandering about just like he was.

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[/color][/b]” She hissed to the person she had accidentally collided with before looking up to find herself face to face with the Durmstrang Champion.

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[Alec Aichios]

Rushing to grab a drink, or engaging in a conversation with the man. That was what was weighing on his mind. As if by chance, a waiter was passing by and Alec could only seize the opportunity to get himself a drink. Perhaps now he could get to that small chat since there was nothing else to do. Except that after the first sip, Alec looked up to realize that he could no longer locate the man in the crowd. Wasn't that just perfect. Now he'll have to just walk around and do nothing until boredom would get the best of him and a departure would be necessary.

Just as he looked back forward, he spotted a girl walking in his direction, seemingly distracted and somewhat absent minded at the moment. The collision was inevitable and his newly acquired drink was spilled all over his good suit. Normally, shouting out a warning was his usually reaction, except that this time, there was no way he could make a scene with so many important figures all around. Alec mumbled a few unclear words in Bulgarian under his breath as he pulled out a tissue for damage control. It wasn't until she spoke, so rudely, that he looked back up at her, still debating in his mind what exactly to say back to her.

It only took him a few moments to calm his nerves and answer in the calmest way he could, "My apologies. Though I suggest you would be a bit more careful in the future." He finally mustered out. That sounded a lot better than what one of his peers would say. How lucky she was that they were in the ministry of magic. The girl was a bit familiar. Most likely one he noticed somewhere around the Hogwarts castle. That was irrelevant for the moment, as Alec could only wonder why her statement was so harsh. Well now He would have to find the men's room. Great, just a great start of the evening.

He looked around, trying to see if the incident attracted any attention. Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed it, except for a woman that quickly looked away as Alec's gaze wandered down her direction. Once more, Alec went back to working on cleaning himself up the best he could with the tissue he had. Using a spell would most likely attract someone's attention, not to mention being suspected for performing a suspicious spell.

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[/i] right. It was her fault.

She raised an eyebrow as he glanced around the room, as though checking to make sure nobody was watching. What? Was the Durmstrang champion so proud as to be ashamed that a lowly sixth year Gryffindor girl had the nerve to talk to him. That probably wasn't it. After all, hadn't there been a rumour going around about him and some fifth year Gryffindor girl only a few months back? She wasn't deaf nor was she blind – the whole school was obsessed with the social lives of the four unfortunate individuals since the day that those four names had come out of the Goblet of Fire. Most people didn't tell her gossip directly, but her classmates weren't exactly quiet when discussing the private lives of the four unfortunate Champions.

Then, when he began to use a tissue to clean his drink off of himself, she rolled her eyes again and almost snorted derisively. “You're a wizard, aren't you?” She said, pulling her own wand out of her sleeve – she'd purchased a leather wrist-strap for her wand from Madam Malkin's the last time she'd been in Diagon Alley. Pointing the tip of her wand at where his drink had spilled on his suit, she used the syphoning charm to clear up the mess. “Tergeo.”

Perhaps he was concerned about the ministry being upset with the use of magic here at the gala. But that didn't concern her; if she got thrown out for using her wand, then so be it. She wouldn't have to suffer this ridiculous medieval Halloween costume another second longer. But why should they be upset? It was a harmless spell, and this was, after all, the Ministry of Magic – the headquarters of the British magical community.

Lorelei slipped her wand back into the leather sheath strapped to her wrist.

She heard someone clear their throat nearby, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her grandmother walking with the wives of some of her husband's associates. Well, that was just perfect. Now her Gran would probably try and arrange a marriage for the two of them. After all, what better match for Lorelei than a Durmstrang boy, pureblooded, a quidditch star and his school's candidate in the Triwizard Tournament to boot. Surely he would be enough to restore the Knight family's tarnished reputation caused by the indiscretion of Lorelei's muggle-loving father.

Lorelei rolled her eyes again. It was obvious she didn't want to be here. But her Gran was staring at her, Lorelei could feel the old woman's eyes on her. She was watching, and if Lorelei didn't behave herself, she'd have hell to pay for it later. But she supposed that as long as her Gran stayed across the room, she'd pretend to behave herself. If she didn't, she had a feeling that her Gran might decide that poor, simple, misguided Lorelei would need a chaperone for all conversations in the future, and Lorelei knew that would just end badly. Worse for herself than her Gran, that was for sure.

So she forced a smile.

“Can I replace your spilled drink?”

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[Ashton Scrivener]

Ashton straightened his maroon and gold striped bow tie as he looked at his appearance in the mirror. He didn't doubt that he would subject to at least a little persecution tonight due to his line of work. At least he had one companion with him. He was able to invite one guest. However, his siblings either could not or would not go with him to the event. After all, some of his Slytherin siblings weren't exactly fans of the Gryffindor alumnus who taught muggle studies. So he decided to take Roy Bardock, one of his most dedicated students. He smoothed out the jacket of the black suit and walked over to the fireplace. Roy had said that he'd meet up with Ashton later at the event.

Ashton grabbed some floo power from a small tin and stepped into the fireplace. "The Ministry of Magic," he said right before he threw the floo power to the floor. Green flames erupted from the fireplace and he was teleported to the fireplaces in the Ministry. He took out his invitation and handed it to one of the two men who was guarding the party. After all, gatecrashers were possible. The Ministry needed to be certain that no one could come in an murder the minister or something. He looked around, astonished at the decorations. He had certainly never seen the Ministry look so grand before. He scanned the area for familiar faces and saw Severus Snape. Ashton might have said hello, however, he didn't feel like having a forced conversation with the DADA professor he had never really favored. So instead, he went to get a drink. After all, floo power can make one terribly thirsty. He chose to drink a blue cocktail. After all, he didn’t feel like champagne nor did he want alcohol-free juice. He took a long sip of the cocktail… it was absolutely delicious. He quickly finished the drink and then looked over at a person near him.

And she was absolutely… beautiful.

Ash wasn’t sure of why he suddenly found himself attracted to this woman. All he knew is that he had to talk to her… to hear what her voice sounded like. Perhaps it was as lovely as her face. ”Hello,” he greeted. ”I’m Ashton. Ashton Scrivener. Might as have your name?”

((A/N: Here you go Lo! And let the awkward flirting begin with Hecate!))

[Hecate Morgan]

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[/i]. She couldn't recall if she'd ever seen the ministry look so good. They'd certainly gone all-out on getting this place ready for the gala. The place looked great, really great.

Smiling at the other invitees and guests as she navigated through the crowds, she soon found herself at the drinks table. However, before she could choose and serve herself one of the offered beverages, she was approached and greeted by a stranger. He looked somewhat familiar, although she couldn't quite place his face. “Hello.” She responded, smiling and holding out her hand for him to shake. “I'm Hecate Morgan, but you may call me Katy.”

Scrivener, where had she heard that name before? Perhaps she'd gone to school with a Scrivener? It was more than likely, Hogwarts was a big school. It didn't seem quite right, but she didn't ponder it further. Surely she'd realize if she knew him from somewhere if they continued to talk to one another. And if they didn't, well she might realize where she recognized him from later that night, after the gala was over. Maybe she didn't know him directly, but she knew a relative of his whom he resembled closely? She was sure it would all become clear eventually.

“How are you enjoying the gala so far, Mr. Scrivener?” Hecate asked, referring to him formally as she had not been granted his permission to call him by his first name. While some might have done it automatically, some of Hecate's own colleagues were prickly about this very subject, and even after three years of working together, she was still not permitted to call them by their first names. She'd learned it was simply safer – and more polite – to speak to someone formally until given their permission to refer to them in another manner.

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[HORATIO PADMORE]

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“Heh, Bakayarou.”

The black haired, Asian-like, teenage boy snickered quietly to himself. His effort had paid off. After a while of lurking and hiding, he had found the perfect opportunity to slip himself pass the security check. All thanks to Mister Mama’s-boy, Draco Malfoy, for arguing with the guards over the reason why his name was not on the list. He had no idea why the older boy’s name was absent on the list, and he did not care either. He was not one who would be concerned by other people’s problems. All that mattered now was that he made it into the party without being detected. The objective at hand was to act natural and blend into the crowd.

Horatio Padmore was not supposed to be at the party that night. Usually, he would not have liked party. But now he wanted something new for once, staying at Hogwarts for too long made him want to see something different. Only he was not invited, even by his uncle. After all, Mark “Marcus” Padmore was not an important enough man to be granted the authority of inviting people. But that did not explain why his uncle did not ask Lucius Malfoy to invite them both. Marcus was an old friend of them and it would be easy for them to put his name on the list. He even had a funny feeling his uncle did not want him to follow him around this time. Nothing could stop a Slytherin from slithering in though.

Blending into a formal party was not a big deal. He was raised like many pureblooded boys. Everything had to be done in good manner. Thus, he did not look so out-of-place among the people. Still, a new issue was coming up. ”Alright… what now?” The fifth year Slytherin thought, looking around him slowly. He didn’t know many people in the Atrium, save for his uncle and a few other Hogwarts students who were invited maybe. He already started to think coming here was not a good idea. That can still be solved, however. He supposed he could find a random person to hang out with. Hopefully, he could find his uncle while he was at it too. That in mind, he fixed his attire a bit before moving on.


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Perfection. The word best described Mister Malfoy right now. It was not like he had never felt perfect. In fact, he always had the type of I-am-so-much-better-than-any-others kind of feeling every morning. But to actually show people how perfect a Malfoy could be, he could only do in a big event such as this and a single mistake could not be tolerated. He was in one of his finest suits, and probably the most expensive around too. His incredibly smooth and shiny blonde hair was tied behind his head as how it usually was for such occasion. In his hand was his beloved family heirloom, the walking cane with a snake at the handle. Though, the handle was different today. This time it was diamond like and cobra shaped (whether it really was diamond or not was still a question Mundungus would love to solve).

The head of the Malfoys family had spent the first few minutes at the party talking to the Minister, simply just to show off his power and influence, while his wife went with some women she knew. Truthfully, he did not enjoy Fudge’s company. The man, despite being the Minister of magic, was not considered as an equal for him, especially on the aspect of intelligence. The only reason he had not done anything to get rid of the guy was due to the fact he was still useable. Lucius knew he had a great capability of taking the Minister seat. However, being a typical Malfoy, he preferred to be the one pulling the string backstage. If he kept his track well hidden enough, he would not be charged with anything when things were to go wrong.

Lucius eventually had enough the moment Fudge began talking about a new hat and excused himself. Wandering with a nice glass of red wine in hand, he scanned the Atrium for familiar faces. Actually, he knew most of the people there. All that left was to find someone better than Mr. Minister to start a conversation. It was then he noticed one of his many cousins, Lorelei Knight, probably talking to the Durmstrang champion.

He had been on good term with the Knight family, especially Nashira Knight, who was also his great aunt. But he could not say the same about Lorelei. She was a Knight, yes, but also the daughter of a blood traitor. He would not have cared to remember her name if Nashira had not asked him to introduce her around in one of his party the other year. And he knew she hated him also. They had always been on the edge of fighting each other every time the old woman turned her back to them. So, Lorelei was there meant her grandmother was somewhere nearby too. Yes, there she was, watching the young girl like a hawk.

An idea came out of a sudden.

He was a little bored, why not mess with his ‘dear cousin’ a little? If her grandmother was watching, Lorelei would not be able to do anything to him. It might sound like an abnormally childish act of him but he liked that idea. He took great delight in making fun of people. The fact that she would not be able to talk back to him added more to the amusement. It put a smirk on Mr. Malfoy’s face. He had participated in so many parties in his life that he did not find this gala any surprising. He needed something to enjoy.

“Good evening.” And within a few seconds, he had reached the two of them. “Ms. Knight, what a surprise seeing you here.” Lucius greeted her in his usual elegant way, only there were other meanings implied in his words for the girl to figure out by herself.

“And you must be Mr.Aichios, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Turning to the Durmstang champion, he held out a hand. “ Nice to meet you. I’m Lucius Malfoy.”


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Humming his favorite tune, Royston Bardock checked himself in the mirror for the last time. His friends helped him transfigure his old suit’s color into something more cheerful (it was grey before they did the adjustment). The suit was now some kind of yellow with orange shirt and yellow tie. Today he combed his hair so that it stayed down for as long as it should. And he even borrowed a roommate’s cologne for he did not want to look (or smell) out of place in a formal party like this. Finally satisfied, he threw the floo into the fireplace and disappeared.

“Wow…”

The boy could not help but let out his amazement. He had never seen anything as beautiful, beside the Great Hall of Hogwarts probably, as the Artium today. He was so astonished his head smacked on the fire place as he was stepping out of it. Rubbing his forehead with a shed of tear nearly ran down his face in the pain, he mumbling some naughty words out of habit while heading to the guards. They checked the list real quick and let him in immediately.

Such beautiful party. So many people. So many types of food. Look at that giant cake! The Hufflepuff boy was overwhelmed with a lot of things. He did not know what to do first, or who he should talk to. Everything was so new to him. He stood frozen for his brain to slowly work it out what to do next. Maybe he should look for a familiar face first… Turning his head left and right, the brown haired boy desperately hoped there was someone he knew in sight. Then he suddenly flicked his fingers. Prof. Scrivener! He was probably the only one he knew well around here. And so, the fifth year Hufflepuff went on for a search of his favorite teacher.

He finally found him standing with a stranger. Being the easy-going boy he was, Royston did not have any thought when he saw his professor chatting with a woman. He just barged over at them, waving his hand in the air. “Professor! I made it!” He stopped in front of them, almost tripped on his own feet though, with a grin.


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[Severus Snape]

Snape had watched the people that came & went, around himself of course he was sure many others would do the same. It appeared almost everyone that was anyone was here, he knew some people for he had worked with him, other just by name or he had scene them, how ever he was mostly watching out & seeing that students did not get into to much trouble or if they did he would be there to caught them, to set out punishment or that.

He was sure that the Malfoys would show, after all it was a place to be if you where anyone or if you had the time off to come to such a place, some people of course could not be here for one reason or another, yet Snape knew that there would be more such events to happen, the wizarding world was like that, just like sich evnets in the muggle world.

Moving to get a drink, he filled a glass before he turned to take in once more those around, perhaps other then watching out for troubled students he would see someone that could be intresting to speak with, for a bit of time.

[Alec Aichios]

Just as he was getting desperate and rather sick of the useless and hopeless cleaning, the girl threw another comment in his direction and used her wand to assist him. "Apparently not." was his reply to her sarcastic question. Perhaps now, he would feel even more uncomfortable around so many people. However, her suggestion to replace his drink was pleasurably accepted. That ought to draw the attention away from him for a few blissful moments. Still, he could see that the girl wasn't at ease. It was as if she was bored, irritated of their conversation or as if someone put a wand to her head and forced her to walk into Atrium. "Thanks for that."

A part of him wished he had remained on the ship, enjoying his evening with his mates, However, when an invitation was sent, there was no way to decline it. Originally his plan was to take Emma along as his guest, but the girl was nowhere to be found. Eventually, he set his mind to just make an appearance all by himself, shake some hands, have a few drinks and then retreat with the excuse of having an urgent matter to attend to. Newspapers were far too "kind" these past few days, listing his history, his present ( along with some stunningly imaginary details ) and even some predictions of his future. Chairs were broken, glasses and tables were demolished after reading a few articles. Not many seemed to attack him or the other champions for that matter, but those that did, still got the attention wanted.

Alec was just about to answer her question and lead her to the fountain when someone else approached them. A blonde man, with long hair and quite the elegant attire. His greeting made him think that this man knew the girl, that Alec now knew carried the name "Knight", for quite some long time. He turned to Alec, and in return, put on a smile and grabbed his extended hand. "Good news, I hope. It's a pleasure, Mr. Malfoy." He answered, quite proud of his almost-perfected accent. Many noticed the obvious difference, having seen that not all of his mates spoke like he did. When English is spoken in your home all your life, it tended to be useful.

Mr. Malfoy stated that he heard a lot about him and Alec sincerely hoped it wasn't the newspapers that delivered the news. The boy had an image to maintain and his own pride to keep untouched, and it was all fine until his name emerged from the goblet of fire. Now all that people did was focus on his mistakes, search for his flaws and critic him for the simplest, stupidest matters.

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Speaking of idiots with outdated views, Lorelei couldn't help rolling her eyes as she and Alec were joined by a third party, just as Alec accepted her offer to replace his drink. Lorelei frowned as her relative greeted her in such formal terms. And so he bloody well should, they were not acquainted enough for Lorelei to permit him to call her by her first name. But Lorelei had too little respect for her cousin to show him the same. He'd not come over here to exchange pleasantries, Lorelei at least knew him well enough to know that. He was here to taunt her, and she couldn't even tell him to piss off because of present company.

One look out of the corner of her eye told her that her grandmother was pleased. Nosey old hag – had she sent Lucius to spy on her? To be a chaperone? To assure that Lorelei would make a good impression on the handsome, not to mention pureblooded triwizard champion – the papers had an obsession with him; her Grandmother would be so pleased if she thought Lorelei had managed all on her own to get such a catch. Although, evidently she didn't, otherwise she wouldn't have seemed to pleased by Lucius's joining them. Apparently Lorelei was incapable of catching a man herself, not that she wanted to catch a man in the first place. Lorelei had absolutely no interest in Alec – the only reason she was talking to him in the first place was because she'd made him spill his drink all over himself!

So, Lorelei certainly wouldn't be surprised in the slightest to find out that her grandmother had sent Lucius to 'give her a helping hand', because clearly she needed one.

Her grandmother was completely oblivious to the contempt that her granddaughter showed to her favourite nephew. If only she'd had a different grandmother. Someone who wasn't a Malfoy. Then Lorelei wouldn't have to deal with the slippery and exceedingly arrogant individual that was Lucius Malfoy. Maybe, in a perfect world, her grandparents would even be tolerant of muggles and muggleborns, and have progressive views on blood purity! But obviously, this was just her dream world, because her real paternal grandparents were bigoted traditionalists, so much so that they had disowned her father for marrying a muggle. Even if they refused to admit it outright, Lorelei knew it. After all, they'd kept their distance from the family until the Knight kids had lost their parents. Then they'd swooped in to rescue them from being sent to live with their maternal grandparents – who were muggles.

Lorelei couldn't resist rolling her eyes at Lucius's words. Who exactly did he think he was? Oh, that's right, someone of importance. Oh, how she disagreed. Lucius was one of the most high-and-mighty people she'd ever had the misfortune of meeting, and she would have quite liked to knock him off his high horse. And perhaps one day she would get her chance. But for now, she had to listen to his taunting.

What did he mean it was a surprise to see her here? Surely he knew that Nashira had jumped at the chance to showcase her eligible granddaughter in upper class society? She was thrilled to have the chance to present her in this ridiculous get-up in the hopes that some delusional pureblooded gentleman would come and ask her to be wed. Then she wouldn't even have to go back to Hogwarts for her seventh year, because then she could embark on her new life as a miserable freaking housewife whose sole purpose in life was to reproduce.

Well, Lorelei would run away from home before she let that happen. But could she leave her brothers under the tyrannical rule of Nashira Knight? Of a Nashira Knight whose victory had evaded her? And by a sixteen year old girl at that? And what about her cat? Nashira would almost certainly use Friday as a bargaining chip to force the girl to come back. She supposed that if worst came to worst, she could give the cat to Mr. Filch, and beg that he look after her. He liked cats, after all – he was pretty much married to Mrs. Norris, which was pretty creepy, but Lorelei had no doubt that if she was truly desperate, Mr. Filch would take excellent care of Friday. But he'd sell her out in a heartbeat if she gave him any hint of where she might be going.

Or perhaps Lucius had meant he was surprised they'd actually let her in.

But she couldn't rise to the bait and give him the satisfaction of winning, of letting her lose her temper. Her grandmother would certainly not be pleased by any show of aggression in such a public place. But her brain was crying out, slamming her with potential comebacks. She had to respond to that! She couldn't let him think he'd won! But she couldn't let him see that it bothered her! No, she just couldn't!

So she forced her temper down, the only hint that his veiled comment had bothered her her clenched hands, hidden in the oversized sleeves of her ridiculous medieval princess gown that her grandmother had blackmailed, bribed, coerced her into for this stupid event. And maybe the hint of pink on her cheeks, for her face tended to flush slightly red when she was angry. And of course, nobody who looked at her face could miss the fire and contempt in her blue eyes. But she'd get him back, she just had to go about it in as sneaky a Slytherin manner as the games Lucius himself played.

Yeah, that's what she'd do. She'd beat him at his own game. Bring on the veiled niceties.

“Oh, cousin Lucy, how nice to see you.” But from the tone of her voice, anyone could tell that she didn't think it was very nice at all. Her tone was mocking and contemptuous, and she put particular emphasis on calling Lucius cousin Lucy, because to call him as such showed everyone just how much respect she had for that particular member of her kin group. Which was absolutely none. Lucius was a slippery eel, and she had no respect for him. At all.

When Lucius turned his attention to Alec, Lorelei almost snorted in contempt. Was Lucius here to taunt her, or to schmooze with the Durmstrang champion? Of course, knowing Lucius, the answer was both. He certainly couldn't resist the golden opportunity presented to him – to be able to both infuriate his least favourite relative and become acquainted with a well known and accomplished pureblooded wizard like Durmstrang's contender for the Triwizard cup, Alec Aichios.

When Lucius spoke to Alec about having heard so much about him, Lorelei raised an eyebrow. She'd bet sickles to snowflakes that he'd only “heard” about Alec through the papers. And clearly, the Daily Prophet was alwas accurate. After all, they had reported her parents' double murder as a double suicide. They strove for excellence, after all, and accuracy was something the Prophet could always be counted on.

“I'm sure the prophet has told you all you need to know, hasn't it?” Lorelei said sarcastically, the double meaning in her words aimed at Lucius, for Alec likely was unaware of her past. Her story was over a year old, and Durmstrang likely received news reports that were more local. The Daily Prophet in London did not report on stories that were happening in Norway, where Durmstrang was located, so why should whatever newspaper - whether a Norwegian branch of the Daily Prophet, or a non-British affiliated paper - they received at Durmstrang report on incidents taking place in Britan?

But Lucius should most certainly understand what her comment truly meant.

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TAGGED: Alec and Lucy!
WORDS: new personal record: 1430
LYRICS: Marianas Trench
ATTIRE: outfit, hair is as seen in images at top of post
NOTES: woo, i wrote a novel!
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

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[Ashton Scrivener]

((A/N: It is so hard to not laugh hysterically while writing someone high on a love potion.))

Ashton smiled as the woman held out her hand for him to shake. ”Hello,” she greeted. ”I’m Hecate Morgan, but you may call me Katy.” Hecate Morgan… the name was vaguely familiar to him. He probably went to Hogwarts with this woman at some point. He faintly remembered a Morgan being sorted into Hufflepuff in his fourth year, when his younger brother Ross was being sorted. But it was faint- he couldn’t be certain.

”A lovely name for a lovely girl,” he replied. Well, regardless of if he knew her or not, she was a beautiful girl. Ashton felt his faint obsession with her start to grow. It was very strange… but Ashton couldn’t help it. Not in the slightest! Maybe he had finally found the woman he could settle down with. Maybe she was the one! No… that was crazy. Absolutely crazy. He couldn’t know that within two seconds. No… he had to win the heart of his true love! It would be a slow… steady process that would involve much wooing. If he was lucky, he could get her to go on a date with him, at least.

”How are you enjoying the gala so far, Mr. Scrivener?” she asked. Oh she was a formal person! How lovely! Formality and politeness were traits Ashton admired! He never did want a pushy, overzealous woman. No… she had decency and class. He loved it!

“Oh please just Ashton. Or Ash, if you prefer,” he told her. ”Don’t worry yourself with petty formalities. After all, I think we might have been at Hogwarts around the same time. I vaguely remember hearing a Morgan sorted the same year my younger brother, Ross, started Hogwarts. He got put into Slytherin. Perhaps you knew him?”

”Professor I made it!” a younger voice suddenly called out. Ashton didn’t turn his head when young Roy Bardock came running up to him. He only twitched his eye slightly out of annoyance. Why did his student have to bother him now of all times? He was trying to score a lady… get a date… possibly a wife… Ash loved Roy, but right now he loved this girl he barely knew even more. He wished the pesky fifth year would just go away and find some other students to hang out with.

”Hello, Roy,” Ash greeted, his teeth gritting slightly. Though he tried not to sound too mad. After all, Roy was still his favorite student. He could always forgive him, no matter what he did.

[thomas riddle jr.]

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[/i]. He had this tournament in the bag.

He'd win the tournament later, right now he had to focus on attending some publicity stunt at the Ministry. What was the reasoning? Tom hadn't the time to fathom it. He'd heard whispers that Fudge was going to be up for re-election soon, so perhaps this was just some stunt to win a few more votes? Tom didn't know for sure, nor did he really care. He had little time to think on silly politics, he was fighting to learn magic that would save his life – because if he didn't the chances were he might die. He had a clue to figure out before the next challenge, which was fast approaching, and he was no closer to figuring it out than he had been when he'd first fought that bloody bitch of a dragon last year. He didn't have time to pay attention to Rita Skeeter's Corner any more than he had time for silly little schoolgirls.

He was allowed to bring along three guests, and one of those guests was Professor Snape's daughter, Lavinia. He was hoping to make the list of Snape's favourites, and he thought that perhaps taking a young lady like his daughter to such an event might assist that cause. But either way, Lavinia was a clever young woman who Tom was quite sure would be incredibly easy to wrap around his finger should he need her for something. But he'd already been granted extra defence lessons with her father, so for now she was not useful, but in the future, Tom had a feeling she would be.

A handful of powder, Tom spoke clearly when he stepped into the fireplace and dropped the floo powder onto the hearth. His body was consumed by green flames and the next thing he knew, he was stepping out into the Atrium at the Ministry of Magic, looking quite dashing in his expensive new suit. They didn't need him to give his name to recognize him – they kept up with the Daily Prophet, they knew his face, and he was soon admitted to the Gala.

“Horatio,” Tom greeted one of his companions from school with a nod as he came to stand beside the other boy. “I didn't know you'd been invited to the Gala.”

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TAGGED: Lavinia Snape, other guests
WORDS: 522
LYRICS: Foster the People
ATTIRE: suit and tie
NOTES: and the party don't start 'til i walk in
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

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[Lavinia Snape]

The sound of a piano, violin, and other instruments associated with classical music filled the room. The young dark haired woman slowly strolled into atrium. Her black gown was flowly. Her heels clicked lightly on the golden floor, but people could just sense the power coming from the girl as they stepped out of her way.

Lavinia Snape had been invited to the party by Tom Riddle, a handsome dark haired tall young man that was in the same house as Lavinia. Tom had the real power amongst the Slytherins. Everytime Lavinia saw the teenage age boy, he always seemed to have a group of other Slytherins surrounding him. Many time Lavinia was part of that group, along with her future husband, Draco Malfoy.

The brunette slowly walked around the vast gold and white room. She helped herself to a goblet of mineral water and a plateful of food from the various origins that were being served.

The girl finally came across Tom. "Tom, darling! I am so glad I finally found you in this crowd," Lavinia said happily. She hoped that her outfit of choice had pleased Tom. Being his guest to this extravagant party for the Ministry of Magic was a good thing for Lavinia. He was a very important and popular student at Hogwarts and he was one of the two Hogwarts champions. This would get Lavinia some attention and not just because she was the future Mrs. Malfoy.



Invited by Tom Riddle
Outfit: www.polyvore.com/ministry_party/set?id=78678008
Note: posting this from phone.

[HORATIO PADMORE]

HORATIO FUTARO PADMORE

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Luck was on his side, it was Tom Riddle who greeted him. He didn't know if he could handle the boredom as it was. His uncle was no where to be found yet. He wasn't really surprised when he heard the familiar voice of the Hogwarts champion. The older boy was one of those he would never want to be on the wrong side of. Riddle was no doubt going to gain a lot of power in the wizarding world. Thus, he needed a good relationship with him to archive his ambition. Horatio knew his own ability. With his curent skills and knowledge, there was no way he could succeed his life time goal -resurrect the Padmore lineage. His younger brother was considered an incompetent, so the stress was all on him. If his parents weren't so unambitious, this wouldn't have happened.

"Riddle" Turning to look at the person standing next to him, he nodded in greeting. Despite knowing he should call Tom by his new name, Horatio didn't think he should do so in public yet. One would wonder why the Slytherin champion would need to be called by an alias such as 'Lord Voldemort'. The Knights of Walpurgis didn't need attention as of yet. Besides, he considered himself not close enough to use Tom' s first name. He eventually chose the option of calling his senior by his last name, hoping the older boy would not mind.

"Truthfully, I wasn't. It must have slipped my uncle's mind." The bit about his uncle was a bit of a sarcasm. Seriously, after this, he would not let Marcus Padmore rest about this. "So I invited myself."

Just then, Lavinia Snape arrived.

"Good evening, Snape" He greeted her elegantly as he usually did. He wasn't fond of ladies, but it was apolite thing to do so. Besides, she wasn't one of those annoying girls he usually come across at school so he could tolerate her presence.

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Talking
Thinking
Other people's talking (or the character didn't say it out loud)
C O M M E N T: Sorry,it's not my best >"<
T A G G E D: Tom Riddle and Lavinia Snape
S T A T U S: Done

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