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Post by BLAIR ANALEIGH WARRINGTON on Feb 9, 2014 18:05:05 GMT -5
 "What's a pretty girl like you doin' 'ere?" Normally, it would be a compliment. Normally, she would flirted with the fellow asking and lured him inside for a drink. However, this wasn't downtown London and he was no good looking man. This, in fact, was Knockturn Alley and he had attempted to intimidate the wrong witch. With a flick of her wrist, the man went flying backwards into a brick wall for all to see. Walking towards him, she let the hood of her cloak drop, crouching down beside him. "Next time, be more cautious towards the pretty face you're trying to scare...this one would kill you if I didn't have better things to do." Standing up, she brushed her robes off, walking into the Coffin House. It was sketchy, but it was loud and there was always live music. Blair took her cloak off, draping over the back of her chair. A waitress arrived shortly after, getting her a shot of Firewhiskey and a tall lager. She wasn't fucking around tonight. The week had been filled with several trips to Italy for a gig. She hadn't even had the time to unpack, yet. The entire flight home (she flew to keep up appearances), all she could think about was alcohol. Maybe sex, too, but alcohol. When the waitress came back, Blair did the shot immediately, chasing it with a drink of her beer. The drunks at the bar were singing along with some depressing song about being a loser. Blair made a face, taking another drink before taking out her planner, marking off and writing in things. With a tap on her shoulder, she looked up and properly dodged being spit in the face by the homeless bum she encountered earlier. Reaching up, she grabbed his throat before standing up. The pub quieted down before she smirked, "Should have listened to me earlier." When he finally passed out, she let go, sitting back down. A few guys came over, then, dragging him out of the bar. Blair finished her beer before another was sent her way. The singing resumed and she continued writing notes down like nothing had ever happened.
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Post by JULIAN ANTHONY DOLOHOV on Feb 9, 2014 20:44:06 GMT -5
 Everything had been going smoothly so far, for the death eaters. They had managed to kill Harry Potter. Lily Potter was in their possession and tortured daily. They could still roam freely around the wizarding world without much of a worry. Polyjuice potion was something useful. Not everyone used it due to the masks hiding their faces though some did. It worked wonders for the death eaters. Something that Voldemort perhaps should have invested time in. Had he done that then he would have accomplished more than he did. Of course, there was the one instance of Barty Crouch Jr using it to be Moody as a professor. That, of course, was a bit useless. He was always Moody and no one else. Changes in appearances never gave much away. Knockturn Alley was a place where Julian's appearance was very noticeable. When he was younger, he often accompanied his father to Knockturn in the search of any items that his father was looking for. Unfortunately, those trips had ended when his father was put back into Azkaban. The trips were scarce now, with him returning only to go to The Coffin. It was the preferred place over London since that place could have been covered in muggles. Leaky Cauldron was the least likely choice as well due to the muggle lovers there, it appeared to have. Walking down the dark alley towards The Coffin, he walked past a few guys that were dragging another man, bloody and unconscious. Only a smirk appeared on his face since he knew who had the man had hit on. Also, who the man had dealt with. Reaching the pub, he opened the door and walked in. The pub was nothing too fancy, in fact it looked like a rundown pub that perhaps could have sold 'brownies' to muggles. Except the rundown part of it involved a few drunks about being losers at the bar or something along those lines. It didn't even require more than a look to know the queen of bitchery itself had returned. Having made his way over to her, he sat on a stool next to her. Julian said, "Well, the insane bitch has returned. Your man is down the street in a bloody heap. Might wanna run after him." While it may have seemed that he disrespected her by calling her a bitch, it was the complete opposite. He respected her and they could often act different with one another. However, she was quite honestly a bitch. There was no harm in saying the truth.
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Post by BLAIR ANALEIGH WARRINGTON on Feb 9, 2014 22:58:38 GMT -5
Okay, so maybe she had started to unpack while she was at home. Maybe she had opened one or two of her Louis Vuitton luggage bags on the bed, only to put her shoes away properly. £300 heels were nothing to joke about. Julian probably walked into the room and turned around and left. Blair made an 'oops, oh well' face before taking another drink. Really. He shouldn't even be surprised at this point. Whenever he complained about something like that, she always told him to, "Go talk to Pansy." She called her mother by her first name, but, honestly, it was her fault that she had high standards and expensive taste. Blair had four brothers and she was the middle child. Being the only girl definitely had it's advantages. Blowing a hair out of her face, she was happy that the song had changed and the drunken singing along with it. This wasn't by any means a 'nice' bar; it was dingy. However, most people in Knockturn Alley were either up to no good or batshit crazy. Sometimes both. So, she didn't have to worry about being seen, necessarily. Setting her pin down, she took another drink before hearing a familiar voice. Nearly squealing, she sat the glass down before standing up between his legs to hug Julian, kissing his cheek. Beaming, she sat down, closing her planner. She scoffed at the mention of her man. "Run after him and what? Finish him off? I didn't want to attract a crowd." Blair smirked, getting the bartender's attention to get Julian a drink. "But, yes, I'm back. What gave me away?" Blair grinned, then, leaning forward to kiss him casually. She knew what gave her away, she was a disaster. Turning back to her beer, she took another drink before stuffing the planner back into her purse. "Anything new happen while I was away?" Regarding their little ginger brat prisoner. God, she was a pain in the ass. Maybe it was poor taste to yell, "Just take it like a woman!" while she was being tortured. Whatever. "Because Raggedy Ann almost lost her life before I left." No one ever said that she was nice.
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