Date: 30 April, 2003
Location: Diagon Alley
Tagged: N/A ( open! )
It was hard to keep track of the days. Ever since the night of Club Raven’s soft opening, Cavi felt like time was escaping him. It was nearly impossible to hold, slipping through his fingers like sand. At least that was how the wizard felt as he sat perched on one of the bar stools of Club Raven, mulling with a drink in hand and his eyes sharply glued to the hourglass ticking away in front of him. The bronze hourglass was encrusted with the Avery Family seal, dripping a rare gold sand that carefully calculated every hour’s heartbeat down to the nanosecond—a prized family heirloom that had been passed down from one Avery patriarch to the next for too many generations to count. Cavi didn’t quite understand its value. It sat practically untouched in a cabinet inside The Raven for his entire life—never leaving the glass case unless it was to be polished—until today.
Cavalier didn’t know what possessed him to remove it from The Raven. He heard his father’s inner dialogue reprimanding him for disturbing all the Averys who came before him, horrified that a family heirloom would be vacated from its home by their own flesh and blood. They would be even more horrified and grief-stricken with the knowledge tainted eyes could now gaze upon it inside this heretic establishment ( then again, his father really was not one to heed advice from—even if it was just the made up ramblings of a dead man ). A few curious barkeeps fluttered passed with their eyes brandished on the unusual token. Cavi merely tuned them out, dismissing their lack of boundaries for a lack of manners.
At least he hoped to tune them out, but the longer he sat there consumed by the ( terrifying ) beast of doubt, the more bothersome they became. Their hushed whispers carried through the corridors, wrapping around the grassy verandas and ushering across the balconies. Footsteps puttering! far too quickly than they should have been echoed out the opened windows and into the stretched terraces. The sand continued to rain down the hourglass along with the boisterous clamoring of workers. By the time Cavi released his death grip from the glass in hand, his knuckles were red hot with an unyielding rage. It was silent, but deadly—the anger lurked just beneath his perfectly poised exterior like a shark waiting for prey.
Blood mixed with water and the predator inside him sparked to life. The damage was irreversible. Cavi knew in that moment there was nothing he could do but remove himself from the situation. Self-control was imperative in his line of work. He couldn’t just snap or lose it. Not here, in his place is business, with his employees. It was his one rule. He had to maintain operations. With that exact sentiment in mind, Cavalier excused himself to his office where he wasted no time disappearing in a cloud of floo powder. He arrived in Diagon Alley in mere seconds—finding the calming breeze unusually pleasant as it glided against his forehead and eroded his neatly groomed hair. The wizard inhaled deeply before spinning around in his well-polished designer shoes, immediately smacking! head first into another individual. A silent whimper escaped his lips, his attention immediately snapping to the brand new shoes fastened to his feet. Once he determined they sustained no damage, he shifted his focus back to the wix standing in front of him. “ Sorry, ” he bit his tongue sharply, hating the weight of the word as it struggled on his lips. “ Guess I didn’t see you there. ”
