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Post by sam on Oct 11, 2010 21:51:46 GMT -5
The evening of October 30th began with a twilight haze that lent an uneasy air to the surrounding countryside. Owls could be heard gathering outside the iron gates of Nightwood, the Tor family's estate, and a low mist crept off the neighbouring woods to grab like hands at the arriving carriages. One by one, the guests were led from the estate carriages by finely dressed attendants carrying lanterns. Their walk along the ancient cobblestones was short and before long the enchanted warmth and amber light of Nightwood welcomed them inside. Just beyond the entrance, guests were welcomed by a receiving line, where they received flutes of a Russian harvest brut imported in specially for the occasion. The receiving line consisted of Vega Tor, a high official of the Minister's Office, his wife, Cassia Tor, a lobbyist for blood status and magikal heritage, their son, Vladek Tor, a professor of Divination at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and a number of the family's closest advisors, all of whom held prestigious political and financial positions in London and around Europe. Each guest was presented by name and, if applicable, title. Their occupations were announced with great reception and those of lesser known positions were given titles like "performer" (instead of gypsy). The room was full of highly successful and influential people, including politicians, bankers, reporters, law makers, members of the Wizengamot, and those with glamorous professions.
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Post by Scarlet on Oct 17, 2010 0:54:08 GMT -5
The longer she wondered at the beauty and excess of the the Tor's family estate, the more Scarlet wondered what the Hell she was doing here in the first place.
The Devil Woman had been minding her own business lately, holding herself up with her books in her apartment for the last few weeks. She hadn't had much to do the last few months, what with her colleagues thwarted and her favorite person to torment locked up in a mental facility. She had first thought about following him into the hospital, but then decided that was an ill-planned idea. She didn't need any doctors looking into her mind. One day, however, a funny little invitation shoved under her front door. An invitation to a party from people she had never met. Somehow, her reputation had gotten out.
So now, here she stood, in a black velvet dress that stopped at the knee, with grey-and-black-striped tights and a cloak that was accented with metal studs. It wasn't particularly 'formal', but Scarlet wasn't going to bother trying any harder than that.
Scarlet, the Book-Keeper, She was announced as. Scarlet didn't even hear them. She just stared, taking in her surroundings as she stumbled around the Tor's ballroom in her shoes with a broken heel. She was oblivious to the titles and pleasantries of high-society. She simply did as she pleased.
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Post by Alex Kameren on Oct 18, 2010 1:01:31 GMT -5
"On behalf of the Tor family, you are cordially invited..."
Alex shook his head, folding the paper as the door to his carriage opened. He stepped out, ignoring the hand of the foppish man who stood by the carriage to offer assistance. The footman looked miffed, a sneer of disdain on his face as the auror strode away from the carriage. The servant holding the lantern had to take a few hurried steps to regain his place in front of the guest.
Alex still held himself stiffly, he had bandages wrapped around his ribs, and he still walked with a decided limp. He had only three days before been released from St Mungo's, and was still under 'observation.' The marks of the demon's claws were slow to heal. It was in Mungo's that he had received the invitation.
"Mr Alecsander Malice Kameren, Auror." Intoned a deep voice, and a flute of some wine was thrust into his hand. He was startled to hear his full name, but took the glass, glad for the occupation. His left arm was still in the sling, so he merely nodded to the first person in the receiving line. He looked vaguely familiar, some high official?
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Post by Eoin Tynan on Oct 18, 2010 1:52:54 GMT -5
Unexpected, but not unprecedented. As new Head Auror, he supposed he should start getting used to things such as this, an unlooked-for invitation to some nobles' fancy ball. Not just any noble, he reminded himself. these people are well known in many circles, and very influential. I'd better watch myself. And watch them...who knows what lies under the fancy wine and satins of the ball. I read the case files... Eoin peered out of the carriage window at the estate, glowing under enchanted lights and flickering candles. There's a lot of history here, but I'm not sure if it's good or bad history. And there's one of them at Hogwarts, which makes me even more curious.
As Head Auror, and also as one who loved Hogwarts itself, he felt it his duty to make sure of its security. If this new professor was a threat, well, Eoin would find out. But he hoped not.
Well, we'll see. Show time. As the carriage drew to a halt before the main doors of the manor, Eoin shook the weight of the thoughts from his mind like heavy dew and stepped out. He brushed one hand along his clothes to remove the wrinkles, and mentally put on his 'public' persona. Tonight he was wearing a knee-length overcoat of dark blue satin with a high collar and the buttons going down the left side. Beneath that he wore black pants and boots, and a black long-sleeved blouse. His golden-blonde curly hair was tousled but not messy, and his wand was tucked up his right sleeve.
Stepping into the tastefully lit entrance hall, Eoin handed his invitation to the doorman and strode forward.
"Sir Eoin Tynan, Head Auror!"
The words echoed above the heads of the guests, and Eoin moved with casual ease to the line of their hosts waiting to greet him. A pleasant smile lit his eyes as he extended his hand to the first Tor.
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