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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2016 17:11:34 GMT -5
sweet like sugar venom First Weekend in September The estate was enormous. Guests who drove had to do so down a long, tree-lined driveway and park along the wide, curved entryway leading up to the mansion. Men in black, tailored suits stood ready to park the vehicles somewhere off site; keeping the forefront of the home moving swiftly and efficiently. Little sparkles of lights burst in the front yard; a simple but gorgeous charm to light the way as the sun fell behind the mountains. As guests climbed the steps up to the front door, they were greeted with flutes of ever-bubbling champagne by a young, handsome man with a satin blindfold fastened over his eyes, bowing graciously without ever spilling a drop of his charge when the doors to the inside were opened. ”Welcome to Winslow Manor.”Inside, guests’ jackets were taken and hung in a ginormous walk in closet; charmed so that they would leave with no other than their rightful owner. Any servants of the house who were male wore the same black satin blindfolds over their eyes, though they were completely unperturbed. No step or turn caused any damage to person, property or otherwise. They were able to recognize guests without viewing their faces, and whenever asked why they wore their sashes around their eyes they merely smiled, bowed, and then moved along. The women had their eyes uncovered, dressed in the same fitted black suits as the men and politely and kindly leading guests to the ballroom where the party was designed to be and keeping side rooms and stair cases gently but firmly guarded. A pleasant melody filled the room, loud enough to be enjoyed but not so loud that guests needed to strain to hear conversation. The same twinkling fairy lights from outside danced at the vaulted ceiling above; casting a golden and glittering glimmer over the guests and their surroundings. No expense was spared, and food of all varieties was laid out on many heavy buffet tables and drinks of all kinds served by beautiful men and women. The familiar and common face of Antonio, Elsa Winslow’s well-noted best friend and escort to nearly all important events circled the room. His hair white with age and toner, pulled up in a fashionable bun at the back of his head and shaved close to the scalp underneath. His beard was neatly trimmed, and his eyes glittering with amusement as he moved through the well known witches and wizards that filled the massive ballroom and expertly avoided those who would scoff at his mugglehood. Antonio’s presence was often overlooked by most well-to-do wizarding families because of his relationship with Elsa, but he knew not to push his presence on certain folks. Elsa had not warned anyone of her plans to host a party for the return of the school year. The only warning any staff or student received was the invites so generously left on their desks or beds; gold and covered in filigree with a heartfelt plea to come in your best attire to celebrate the return of Acadamia. In reality, it was all an excuse for Elsa to throw a party and get to know in a less stuffy environment the extended staff of Beauregard that would be caring for her lovely young niece. Vera had not been thrilled. Antonio had eavesdropped on the study where the young girl was begging her aunt to cancel the event and “act normal”. Poor thing didn’t realize that this is Elsa’s normal. As if a vibration went through the crowd, everyone hushes and turned to see the ethereal beauty at the top of the grand staircase. With one hand laid gently on the bannister, Elsa looked down over the crowd of guests through the thin veil of lace she wore to slightly obscure her features. A smirk crossed her red-painted lips, and then grew into a blinding grin as she noted all eyes were on her. ”Welcome! Thank you to all for coming. Your presence is a gift that I cherish. Please, help yourself to food and drink and join me in celebrating the return of our most talented, courageous and intelligent generation yet to grace Beauregard!”With a cheer from the crowd, and a wave of raised glasses, Elsa descended the steps to officially join the party; though her mind was on her stubborn and annoyed niece still upstairs. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 2:51:23 GMT -5
Gunpowder and Lead
When Waya Alexander had arrived back to his office one morning he had found the most elegant invitation he had seen in quite some time resting gracefully on top of his desk. At first he paid it no mind, picking it up and glancing at the front of the envelope for a moment, before tossing it to the side as he began working on grading papers. But as time went on the metalic lettering drew his gaze more than he cared to admit. It wasn't often that he was invited to something warranting such a to-do. Finally, he gave in to his curiosity and peeled open the invitation, scanning it for a second before sitting back in his seat and pondering if he should attend.
Elsa Winslow? Why did that name sound familiar. Obviously an important family. "Important." As important as any family in the wizarding community could be, considering what they decided to grade themselves on. A family member of one of the students, of course. Regardless he would find out when he attended. It didn't take much thought as he realized that such a lavish invitation meant quite the spread and a world class party.
So on the night of the benefit he pulled out one of his nicer outfits and considered pulling his hair back (Considered. Didn't.). Then, after adequate dawdling, he apparated as close as he could to the house and milled in along with the other guests. His first impression was one of amusement at the blindfolded help. It was an apparent trend that the men were blinded while the women were left to their sight. Snagging himself a champagne Waya wandered over near the staircase, watching the crowd. Students, Faculty, important political figures he was sure. Everything screamed decadence. From the invitees to the decor. And soon enough a shift was felt in the air, and his eyes drifted up to the source.
Breathtaking was a word one would use for their host. No one would stop there. She was absolutely stunning. His eyes trailed over her figure as her melodious voice rang out over the crowd. He knew what she was. Lesser men were completely in awe over her beauty without care. But she wasn't the first veela that Waya had run across in his life. And he certainly hoped she wouldn't be the last. Just as soon as she had graced them with her voice, she was done. And they all raised a glass to the students.
To his joy, he had picked the perfect place to stand. He was able to follow her down the stairs with his eyes until she was standing just in front of him.
"You certainly do know how to make an entrance, don't you?" Waya grinned wryly at her, tipping his glass in a small salute.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2016 13:53:54 GMT -5
sweet like sugar venom First Weekend in September Elsa’s eyes had been dancing over the crowd and taking note of the familiar faces that were in attendance. There were still people arriving, of course. Elsa did understand that many of her guests had obligations beyond attending her parties. She had many friends in important positions and their presence was appreciated but not required. There were also many faces she didn’t recognize. Young faces undoubtedly belonging to students, and their hovering parents either unsure how to behave in such a lavish environment, or cautious of their children embarrassing them. She was amused by this, admittedly. She had her own young wards now, and understood the concern. As she approached the end of the grand staircase, Elsa’s head turned and her aquamarine eyes fell across the wry smirk and dark gaze of the large man below. A single manicured eyebrow raised in appreciation. He filled out his suit… pleasantly. Bright red lips twisted up in a smirk to match his own, and she reached out her hand without a glance to pluck a flute of champagne off the golden tray of the wait staff gliding by. It almost felt rehearsed, but when you’ve hosted as many events as Elsa, the staff learned her patterns. Leaning in as if sharing a secret, Elsa kept her eyes locked on his; peering up at him from under the thick black veil of her lashes and the thin, lace fabric that covered the upper half of her face. ”It’s not my first time,” She whispered with the barest flash of her white teeth, clinking her glass on his with a wink before standing herself up straight. There was an accent there, but it was very faint. Nearly undetectable unless someone had an ear for it. Taking the final step off to the landing, Elsa’s heels helped hoist her up to nearly match Waya’s height as she held her hand out invitingly. ”I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure. My name is Elsa.”template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2016 19:09:10 GMT -5
Gunpowder and Lead
Alas, Waya was not one for accents. Though the one that the divine creature in front of him had was absolute music to the ears. It was hard to keep his mind straight when she was so close. Being what she was, and him a humble human male. Though he could control the intense urge to give in to her every wish it was difficult. Had they been in an empty room he wasn't sure he would have been able to control himself. But one look from those eyes could make him walk off a cliff, he was sure.
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Elsa." He took her hand, kissing it with a bit of a nod. There was a hint of playfulness in his movement, letting her know it wasn't something he often did. His usual parties were anything but glamorous. Usually bonfires held in the woods til the wee hours of the morning with more beer than guests and less inhibition than anything else. But he would make an exception again if she asked him to. "Waya Alexander. Professor of Arithmancy at Beauregard."
Where her accent was subtle, his was brazen. Clearly American, and clearly Southern. He couldn't hide it if he wanted to. Not that he ever cared to. People could assume his intellect by his voice and stature. When it came down to it he was more than okay with being underestimated.
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Elijah Whitlock
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Post by Elijah Whitlock on Jan 1, 2017 21:21:41 GMT -5
While Elijah was not one for large social events, as the sole surviving heir to the Whitlock estates and fortunes, it was his duty to attend regardless. The swaying factor had been the fact that it was for Beauregard, his alma mater as well as the profiteer of many an anonymous donation from himself.
He'd put on his formal best, and of course his gloves before he left for Winslow Manor. He had heard of the Winslows of course, though he couldn't recall an instance where he had ever met one of them in person. Tonight, obviously, would likely change that, and he could put faces to names.
Elijah could appreciate their tastes, and the decor of the rooms as he walked in, giving polite nods and bows as he moved through the other guests. He wasn't exactly out of his element, growing up in the family that he did, charities and balls were very much the norm and he had attended many. He supposed it was his recent increase in reclusive nature that had him wrestling a flicker of unease. That and the closeness of everyone else while their hostess descended the staircase. But once he had found a less crowded spot to stand, he had raised his glass with the rest, giving her a soft nod of gratitude for the event.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2017 22:11:11 GMT -5
sweet like sugar venom First Weekend in September Elsa’s expression was clearly one of a woman intrigued. She saw no point in keeping her interests private, and as Waya took her hand for a kiss instead of a handshake there was a glimmer in her eyes that hinted toward a desire for more. Whatever “more” may be, would be a mystery for now. She smiled graciously and lifted her champagne to her lips; taking a thoughtful sip as she studied him. She shifted a little closer to him, her eyes holding his with clear flirtation. ”I have to admit, Mr. Alexander, I never considered an interest in divination by numbers but if I had had you as a professor when I was younger perhaps I would be more adept at it.”Smirking, Elsa did a half glance around the ballroom behind her to gather another quick head count of her guests. She could nearly feel Antonio’s eyes on her from across the room; his curiosity piqued as Elsa was so clearly drawn to the unfamiliar behemoth. It wasn’t a common thing for her to be as interested as she was in any one person, nor for her to not sway through a room and greet her guests immediately. Turning her eyes back on Waya, she gave a soft and warm smile; raising a single brow in question. ”If you’d be so inclined, I would love to visit your class. Perhaps a brief introduction to Arithmancy if you would have the time?”At his answer, she reached out her hand and gently touched his forearm; her fingers lingering as she started to step away to make her rounds. ”Please do make sure you say goodbye before you leave.”Elsa’s hand drifted from him like a feather before she turned and made her way through the ballroom. Antonio swept up to her side in no time; his Spanish accent filling her ears as he hooked his elbow in hers. ”And who was that?””One of Vera’s new professors,” Elsa said with a little nonchalant sniff, but Antonio could see right through her. He let out a little laugh and glanced over his shoulder at Mr. Tall, Dark & Handsome. Just a new professor. Right. Making their way through the crowd, Antonio teased Elsa mercilessly over her infatuation. She rolled her eyes at him and brushed it away, but occasionally her eyes would turn over her shoulder to search for the party for the long dark hair she easily imagined running her fingers through. ”Ah, Senor Whitlock!” Antonio exclaimed, bringing Elsa’s attention to the front. Her eyes fell on the familiar young face and she smiled warmly. Where she would normally reach out for a handshake, hug, or quick pecks on either cheek, with Elijah she respected his space. She stood within reach, but didn’t reach out to touch him. ”Mr. Whitlock. I’m so glad you could join us this evening. As always, it’s a pleasure to see you.”template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Detective Oz Greenly
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Post by Detective Oz Greenly on Jan 4, 2017 21:46:14 GMT -5
just a few moments before arriving at the Beauregard Benefit Ball...
*Buzz*Buzz*Buzz*
Detective Oz leaned against his green undercover car, today he was Bronson Kettler the middle man for an Mafia made man in America, in Muggle reality he was just working a case over "drug trafficking". This was actually a cross office case too, Oz Greenly the Head of Magical Law Enforcement was also trying to stop the selling of illegal spices and dark artifacts.
The in shape bald fifty year old man with the well maintained goatee, dark shades, and black 1940s pork belly hat reached into his pocket pulling out a flip phone. He owned several phones, computers, and other Muggle technology because they had always captured his attention.
"Aye it's Kettler," he answered with the phone up to his ear, "I'm the old guy next to the green car on Granite off of Mettler Lane," he nodded, "Aye I see you."
Flipping the phone shut he tossed it right into the nearest puddle of water. A black SUV pulled up right beside him the back passenger window rolls down revealing a very fat and sweaty man with a scar down his face, "Ah Mista Kettler! My employee said you could be trusted with," the big man smiled showing a yellow set of teeth like a shit eating opossum, "Both sides of This job."
Kettler smiled knowing this was his wanted Wizard Buckley Grimm, he ran spices for some of the nastier Dark Wizards while also taking hit contracts from Muggle crime bosses. It had taken six years of work to get this meeting, countless informants both Muggle and Magic, and evidence that could have made the Queen blush.
"Aye sir, I'm tha' best Damn smuggler on this side of the pond why you think yer American contact directed you to me? Shall we check out tha' merch?" Kettler was a get to the point kind of man, it kept the suspect interested on the task and not about the risk of being busted.
The passenger and the guard exited the suv, both were Muggles, but they were packing Muggle weapons. The passenger opened the door for Buckley who had to huff and puff, the wiggle and scoot just to get his large belly out of the suv. The driver remained behind the wheel as they stepped to the back, "Gentlemen please some privacy?"
They returned to their respectable doors. Buckley popped the latch raising the hatch in the back, "For your Muggle clientele we have the usual fun powder eight kilos as a matter of fact," he usues a fat hand to push a button that revealed in a magic extended trunk in the back a casket of purple liquid, "The Man who requested this was asking for something that wasn't easy to obtain, it cost me time and men, I won't even mention the money. The Hagraven Draught is going to cost your guy more than what we originally agreed."
Kettler rubbed his goatee, "He said the price might go up mate, so tis all agreed. Money?"
His eyes got wider and his smile more devious, "Oh yeah baby," he tee-heed while rubbing his hands together, "Kettler my man I like you, a Wizard with a keen eye for the real stuff," as he was opening the trunk of his own car Buckley pulled in Kettlers sleeve, "Having you on the right side old man opens you to perks, we heard you were a collector of Dark Artifacts," the fat man pulls something wrapped in purple velvet, "The Necklace of the Mad Lady," he pulled a corner up and instantly Oz felt the darkness radiate from the necklace of solid silver, "Yours now friend."
Oz took it and shoved it into his own pocket with a smile ripping his hat, "Means a lot lad, I to am glad I'm on the right side of this," Oz extended his hand for a shake but in the sleeve was his wand which sprung out, "Stupify."
The red her of light popped the startled Buckley knocking him out cold and he fell into Oz, "Help! Heart attack!"
The three Muggle men come running only for two of them to be blasted with the same spell as their boss, the third man pulled his weapon but the wirey built old man was very quick and grabs the wrist of the last Muggle pulling him face first into Oz's headbutt!
*CRACK*
His forehead broke the man's nose but he buckled like a sack to the ground. Oz walks back to his car pulling a radio, "Target subdued, hurry though he's fat and I just stunned him. Three Muggles, I'd do a mind wipe."
Three separate cracks in front of the car come from two Wizards and a Witch from his department at the Ministry. Oz adjusts his cardigan as he approached his agents, "The fat wizard is Buckley Grimm and from the shite in his trunk he'll either talk to the Aurors about who he's working for or go away for the rest of his life, if you'll excuse me I have a party to attend for my nephews future. Take my car home Basil."
*CRACK*
outside Winslow manor...
*CRACK*
Oz Greenly apparated just in the street in front of Winslow manor holding his chest for a second, "I hate that ride," he grunted in honest. He adjusted his hat and removed his shades tucking them away down a pants pocket. He knew his nephew would ever show nor would his parents, they were fine with having a mediocre son while a very talented young Wizard wasted away by get rich quick scams. Oz loved him but the kid lacked common sense.
Beauregard Academy accepted Warwyk after his fourth year at Hogwarts, and Oz has donated decent lumps of money to the school. Since his wife died into their second year of marriage before they could produce children, Oz had taken up with Warwyk closely. Reaching the entrance the door swung wide, Oz quickly reset the spring that launched his wand from under his sleeve leaving it out of sight as before.
Oz entered the main foyer with his hands tucked into neatly pressed black slacks. All he had to do was appear take a photo, drink one glass of champange, give money, and get back to the office to aid with his bust. His old behind couldn't hang with these young adults like he once could, not with his head to deeply involved at work. Plus he had to get this tucked away, he hand closed around he velvet cloth feeling the necklace pulse in hand.
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Post by Jasmine Rivera Delgado on Jan 4, 2017 21:55:36 GMT -5
To say that Jasmine didn't take her time to get ready would be a bold faced lie. Luckily she had a dress that her abuela sent her that only needed to be tailor a little bit. Okay maybe she tailored it a bit more in certain areas. Or less depending on your perspective. Her head, she had contemplated straightening out but decided to pin it up. The earrings and makeup and she was done!
The Equuleus girl couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of nerves as she made her way into the large mansion that loomed before her. Large really didn't even begin to cover it actually. For a Mexican girl living in America with immigrant parents who were both illegal, she couldn't even begin to fathom how much money a place like this cost. Or what you would even do with so much space. She spent her whole life crammed in with her siblings. It could be stressful, but she loved it.
Her dark brown eyes scanned the faces of those milling about as she made her way through the hall. The sounds of her heels lost amongst the crowd. Picking a drink off the tray of a passing waiter, she looked up as Elsa Winslow came down the stairs.
Wow.
Even she could appreciate how incredibly beautiful the woman was. Made her feel the teensy bit self conscious. Just a little bit. Granted, she was in a scene that was not anywhere close to what she was normally accustomed to. A slight shift on her feet as she pulled her eyes away and looked back at the people.
No one she recognised. Not Vera and not Alex.
Not that she was looking for him at all.
Drink in hand, she made her way through the crowd, smiling and talking to a few people who decided to introduce themselves and inquire into if she was a student and what her studies were. She deftly kept out of course, any mention of her parents illegal immigrant status back in the US. Definitely not a talk she wanted to get into at such a lovely benefit.
As she made her way through the crowd, she finally spotted a friendly face. Professor Waya Alexander. He appeared to be speaking with Miss Winslow, but by the time Jazzy got there, the Veela woman had moved onto another person. She sipped her wine before looking up at the giant of a man. "Hola mi professor. Fancy seeing you all dress up here." template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2017 23:44:42 GMT -5
Man Down
”Elsa’s going to be disappointed if you don’t make an appearance.”
Alex spoke through the closed door of what would be Vera’s room if the girl hadn’t opted to live on campus. She was refusing to come out. Mad about something she wouldn’t talk to Alex about. He’d returned her clothes, she seemed to have been excited about new friends the last time they spoke - he wished she’d just tell him what was wrong. One thing about his sister, though, was that she didn’t share very well. He usually had to find things out by going around her to the source. Lots of detective work being an older brother.
”Well Elsa can be disappointed then!” Came the muffled shout from the other side.
He heard something break. That sounded expensive.
”Why did you come if you weren’t going to join the party?” Alex sighed; lifting his free hand up to rub at his face. ”C’mon, V. We’re better at this shit together, and it’ll make Elsa happy.”
”Just go away!”
With a sound of exasperation, Alex tried the door one more time before stepping away with the shake of his head.
”Alright. But I’m coming back to check on you later. I’m just going to go make the rounds.”
Moving away, Alex made his way down the large hallway toward the party. He avoided the grand staircase that his aunt had exited down and opted for the servant’s stairwell. It lead him down the back of the mansion and ended in the kitchen. Moving through the men and women working hard to make his aunt’s event a smooth success, Alex reached over and plucked a small finger sandwich off of a tray before it left the room; following the waitress out into the main ballroom area.
Golden brown eyes danced over the unfamiliar faces of all in attendance. He didn’t know any of these people. His aunt, Antonio and Vera were all he expected to see and interact here but he knew one thing about Elsa: she wanted to be acknowledged. Skipping the event would insult her. He hoped Vera realized the same as she pouted up in her room. Shaking his head, he exhaled a slow breath and shoved the sandwich in his mouth; wolfing it down in one bite before moving out of the way. Leaning up against a wall, he watched the magical beings and people in the room interact with one another with familiarity and curiosity.
Noticing Elsa talking to someone at the far end of the room with Antonio on her arm, he pushed off the wall to go say hello and at least make it known that he’d been there. And he dressed up. Put a little effort in. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he made his way through the crowd before someone familiar caught his eye. He turned his head and came to a stop mid-way to where his aunt stood. His lips parted in a small expression of surprise, his eyes pouring over her like honey.
Wow.
A small bump into his shoulder made him realize he was blocking another clear pathway for the staff. Stepping back, Alex moved so that he was out of the way; standing up against another far wall as he watched her. She was… breathtaking.
”See something you like?”
Alex didn’t have to turn his head to know Vera was standing near by. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jasmine.
”I thought you weren’t going to come down.”
”Yeah, well. I changed my mind.”
”Push-over.”
”HEY JAZZY!” Vera suddenly yelled; her voice carrying over the crowd loud enough to make everyone stop and turn to see what the source was. And of course Vera had already bailed, leaving Alex to stand there looking like an asshole.
Oh. He fucking owed her.
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Avona G. Ivanovich
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Post by Avona G. Ivanovich on Jan 5, 2017 4:11:19 GMT -5
Benefit Balls were her sort of thing. It was time for her to relax just a fair amount, have a couple glasses of champagne and get used to the people she was going to be around for over the course of the next yea. She certainly didn't care at whose house it was, who was hosting, or where it was, Avona Ivanovich needed to be there to support Kasch and the Beauregard Academy. After all, she was pretty close to Elijah Whitlock who was one of the main reasons why the school itself was still functioning at full capacity. Where ever he went, and for whatever function he attended, Ava would be there. Now, it wasn't out of romantic interest that she was so attached to Elijah. No it was business relationship in the public eye and she had planned to keep it that way. Appearances moved mountains.
Elijah was actually one of her closest friends. He had been there countless times for her, and she for him, which would probably explain why he was so willing to help her along and tolerate the fact that she worked for the ministry. It was busy work sitting at Head Auror. Especially with so many things going on at once and the return of the students for a brand-new school year. Ava's bright red dress hugged ever single outline and slight curve of her body all the way down to her knees. As much as this felt like dress up and play. It was work. The soft click of her heels sounding through whatever as she had approached Elijah in near the same moment Elsa had. It wasn't jealous. In fact it was far from. The number of these events that had happened was too high to count, but she was always on the look out, it came with the territory.
Unlike the blonde woman before her, Avona ran her hand up Elijah's back for a moment. A smile on her lips as she looked up at him. Her short stature only amplified by the six inch heels that dressed her feet perfectly. Turning only ever so slightly to see Greenly. Offering Elsa Winslow a polite nod as she took her leave. A pleasant smile on her face as she moved toward Oz. "Detective Greenly! It's such a pleasure to see you here. Though I must say the last I heard you were trudging through the swamps of case work. Which, perhaps once this event is over, I could rake your brain for a little spark? It involves the case of David Gweyn Politis. Are you familiar?"
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Post by Detective Oz Greenly on Jan 5, 2017 12:22:54 GMT -5
Detective Oz skipped through most of the guests, he knew some faces from the Ministry, a man drinking mead already buzzed in the back was once a criminal informant from his early Auror days reformed of course and owned several shops in the area. Oz was offered Fireball whiskey (his favorite!) by one of the blindfolded make servers, "Thank-yee," he smiled taking two. He downed the first it burned all the way down to his belly. "Detective Greenly!" it was a woman's voice and he knew it instantly Avona Ivanovich, Head Auror, very beautiful, and to him extremely talented. She deserved her title and being the first woman in years to Head the Aurors he respected her to the fullest. Oz removed his black hat tucking it along with his drink behind his back with a short graceful now and a smile of pearly white teeth (real too. He was dreading getting older and using dentures!), "Miss Avona Ivanovich what a lovely surprise," he took her hand and gave it a small kiss like a Duke from history, "Like me I find it nice to see you out and 'bout enjoying a moment away from what I'm sure is a busy time for your department." It was rare for the two to be away from work, different departments but still double the workloads. He sipped on his whiskey neat, "Politis? If my memory serves me it was one of my squad who turned the case over to your department? Dark wizard suspect in a murder which is above our department, but please pick away maybe some of my old Auror skills haven't aged away in my brain," he laughed replacing his hat and downed the rest of his whiskey, "I'll also let you know just before arriving we took down a spice smuggler, Buckley Grimm, he had acquired a very old and nasty cask of Hagravens poison, hadn't been seen since the great poison of 1973 that killed three members of the royal family. Where he got it isn't on our grade to investigate, makes it a Dark Wizard matter so, sorry for the extra work." Avona G. Ivanovich |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2017 18:26:17 GMT -5
Gunpowder and Lead
"I would love that," He grinned down at her. While she was closer to his height than most people, she was no where near as tall as him. Especially once those heels came off. The dress could go too. The guests as well. He was getting ahead of himself. She was too close and she knew it. Then she tortured him with a touch and took it all away too soon for him to do anything but nod in response to her last words to him. He grinned cheekily.
Did he just make a good impression on the beautiful hostess? Why he was sure he did.
Hearing a familiar voice he turned to look down at the young dark haired girl. "Hola, Jasmine." Whatever. He was allowed to speak spanish. He looked her over and frowned. "And is that appropriate for a young woman at a school benefit?"
Before she could answer her name was called out and he turned his attention up to the embarrassed looking boy. "Someone doesn't seem to think so."
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