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Harry Potter:"Do you really think there's going to be a war, Sirius?"
Sirius Black: "It… feels like it did before."
TURN ON THE LIGHT is a Post- Potter roleplay that takes place twenty-five years after the Second Wizarding War.
We welcome canon and original characters in this (currently) sandbox style roleplay.
Drake had just came back from a rather challenging duel on the world stage. Despite the difficulty he was able to come out on top and prove to the world why he was the best duelist out of England. That said, he was in need of a stiff drink after such a battle. So he went down to "Down the Hatch Bar" to get himself one. And where there were drinks to be had, there were women to bring home.
Drake entered the bar dressed in black robes with his wand safely tucked away in his inside robe pocket. He looked around the place and already saw some rather attractive women sitting at the bar that he could talk to. Some would say Drake had a one-track-mind, but in truth his hunt for beautiful women were only one part of him. He had many more layers than that. More motivation. But his reputation preceded him at times. He came up to the bar table and sat down on a stool.
"Hey, Barkeep! I'll have an ice cold beer. Extra cold."
The barkeep nodded and quickly made up Drake's order and poured it in a glass as he slid the glass down into Drake's hands. Drake took the glass and let down a single gulp as he was a very thirsty man.
This was the third bar Dyl had managed to hit up tonight. When the free drinks ran dry and folks started to pay off their tabs, that was her time to go lest they thought twice about the pretty smile and fluttering eyelashes. She never got away with much on nights like these, enough for the knightbus and a snack on the way home maybe. The richies didn't tend to frequent the darker bars, and those bars had more competition besides. But she lived for the thrill of it, not the next dime she slipped out of some poor loser's pocket.
Down the Hatch Bar was her last stop for the night, one of the brighter establishments she frequented. But, you came here for the drinks more than anything, and the men were more generous. It has taken her sitting at the bar for a few moments pondering the menu, or lack thereof, before she was being slid a glass on behalf of a generous patron. Dyl hummed softly to herself, casting a smile their way before turning back to her drink, heel tapping along to the music.
She glanced up, eyes catching on the vaguely familiar man now seated beside her. Familiar wasn't great when it came to her line of work, but this could still be fun.
With a honeyed voice after another moment of observation she finally said, "Hello there, come 'round here often?"
Drake's ears caused him to turn his head to the young lady sitting right next to him at the bar. She was beautiful. Very attractive. Everything Drake loved to see in a woman. Dark hair, dark eyes, and fair skin. Pretty lips he would love to taste if the night went just the right way. But he needed to loosen them first. Strangely, the woman seemed slightly familiar, but considering how many women he's been with in the past it wasn't uncommon to run into somebody he already slept with. If that was the case remained to be seen.
"Whenever I can, which isn't a lot. And who might you be?"
Drake offered the woman a charming smile. His best he could muster. All throughout Hogwarts he had many girlfriends from various houses. Even managed to seduce a couple of Slytherin girls and give them a taste of mudblood and make them feel dirty and shameful. Drake couldn't be sure if that was a win or a loss, but he got to make out with some hot students so that was always a plus. Melissa Knox was the one woman he always went back to when things got rough. Either for a night of passion or just to hang out with. Melissa was his best friend and first lover. Drake would never forget that. While he could never see himself settling down with a single lady, he was loyal to those who did hook up with him.
"I think you need another drink. Barkeep, a martini for the lady. On me."
A lot of things in Dyl's life came down to her luck, especially recognizing people. They could be a former mark that remembered her, one that didn't, family, classmates, or perhaps a known but forgotten nuisance. Whether things shook out in her favor was all that really mattered to Dylan, had to keep a look out for the number one when she was the only one she had to rely on. But this wasn't about business, not quite anyway. If she made it about business she ran the risk of losing a perfectly pleasant hangout, and tempting fate at the end of an already long night.
Briefly, Dyl debated an alias but she had no particular ones at the ready, and wasn't that just trouble? "Ah, well I'm Dylan. Just Dylan." Best to keep things simple when she wasn't even sure how tonight would shake out, "And you?" Maybe a name would solve the niggling of familiarity, though if it did it certainly meant her memory was getting away from her.
Dyl returns the man's smile, a more modest one, before she returns to sip at her drink, now nearly down to a bit of ice as she nibbles at her lip and considers. This was truly a disgruntling situation for her, though there was some relief that he hadn't recognized her either. Her circle had always been small and close, even so far back as Hogwarts. Faces outside of those that she stuck close to were prone to being thrown by the wayside. Perhaps she should get better about that.
"I do believe I do," Dylan replied with a smile, glancing up at him through her lashes, "Thank you." She added as she accepted the martini gracefully. How many offers at least had this made at this point of the night, Dyl wasn't sure after so many hours. Enough that she was grateful that she had paced herself since the start, certainly. She didn't usually get so lucky most nights she went out to work the crowds.
"Well, that makes a pleasant night for me," She commented, a bit blasé but her night had already been long enough, "I hope yours has treated you well." Perfectly diplomatic and proper, wasn't it?
Dylan. It seemed familiar to Drake, but he couldn't place a face to it, and Drake doubted he would forget a face quite like the one this lady had. Even if he met another Dylan before, it didn't mean they were one in the same. He didn't feel like prodding and getting on the girl's bad side. Not if he wanted this night to end in some fun.
"Dylan. Pretty name. I'm Drake, Drake White. Professional Duelist."
He was just cocky enough to be certain that she at least heard the name. He had some rather big duels on the grand stage since graduating from Hogwarts all them years ago. Drake remembered Gryffindor house well and fondly. The colors of the red and gold. They served him well during his seven years at Hogwarts. Learning how to duel among a great deal of many other things.
"You're welcome. I never was one who could let a pretty lady go thirsty. So, tell me about yourself, Dylan. You come here often?"
That name, Drake White. It felt familiar, like she should know it and the reason was there, and she was tugging incessantly at it in her mind and yet it refused to budge. Refused to reveal itself to her. Wasn't that lovely? The irritation at her own mind had her clenching her jaw, almost grinding her teeth.
It was only when he mentioned his profession that it clicked, and brought a whole new problem with it.
A Professional Duelist? What in the hells had she gotten herself into that she was here, seated next to someone so dangerous. She felt like a cat, hair on end and nearly hissing. It didn't help that the recognition came next. Few enough people from her class had gone into any line of work bordering crime enforcement. She knew them all, and Drake White was one of them. Of course.
Not the worst reason to recognize someone, but not the best. She felt like fleeing.
"Professional Duelist, that sure is interestin'." Terrifying, it was rather frightening for someone with her … hobbies. Best not to let on, or get any ideas about his wallet. No matter how good the adrenaline high might be, she wasn't getting herself stuck on the wrong end of a wand by someone who actually knew how to use it.
"Well, it seems I'm certainly not going thirsty tonight," she commented, sipping idly at her new drink. "Oh, I come here plenty. A nice enough place, better than some of the ones I've seen." And wasn't that the truth.
"Yes, it is very interesting. Never a dull moment when you're dueling. It was something I was working towards all seven years of my time at Hogwarts. You never happened to study there, have you? Think I would've recognized you if you did. I never forget a pretty face."
Yeah, he was flirting. He found the woman next to him, Dylan, very attractive. But he couldn't shake the feeling that naming his profession has startled the woman somewhat. Though he couldn't figure out why. Most women tended to cling to him when they found out he was a professional duelist. Attracted to the strength and natural boyish charm and wit. But not every woman was the same and the fact Dylan wasn't forming at the mouth around him made her all the more attractive to Drake.
"Very interesting" Though she was more interested in getting the hell out of dodge perhaps, it wasn't like he knew her side gig. It was probably fine, not that she was letting her guard down. "Ah, yes, I did attend Hogwarts. We must've been in different houses." She replied with a shrug, trying not to feel like she was giving too much information away. There was a reason that she didn't give her last name.
Dylan brushed off the compliment though. Sure, the man had a nice face and all, probably a nice body too if he was a duelist, but she just wasn't interested. Especially after the revelation of his job had her so on edge. Couldn't have fun if you were ready to run out the door if he so much as breathed wrong. But, such was her line of work.
"I'm an Acrobat."
Probably a bit too interesting, and maybe a bit too close to completely just revealing her identity than she ever preferred. She certainly wouldn't be telling him where she performed though. You met so many creeps in bars sometimes, best to keep some things to herself just in case he turned out to be an odd duck.
As Dylan released more information about herself, a light bulb went on in Drake's head. He remembered a Dylan from school. A girl in Slytherin house with quite the attitude. Attracted, yes, but not much for the muggle-borns like himself. The full name finally came to him and he only smirked as he was guessing the woman didn't want him to put two and two together.
"Dylan Rizzo as I live and breathe. And here I was about ready to lay you down by a nice fire."
Drake's smirk turned into a grin as he took another sip of his drink and finished it before discarding the empty glass and looking back at the former Slytherin student from Hogwarts school. It was indeed a small world.
"Still beaming with the whole anti muggle-born decree, or have you matured in the last couple of years? Like I said, sweetheart, I never forget a pretty face."
