#nox.botb

[executiioners]

location: the white wyvern’s battle of the bands participants: ian borgin & open ( @startertms​ )

"i think that was one of my best performances,” ian smirked as he stepped off of the stage, having already handed his guitar off to one of the stage crew. “but i suppose we’ll have to wait for the judges finally opinion,” this time he added a sigh to the end of his statement. he didn’t really care if he won or lost, he just enjoyed the attention that he gained from performing. "can i buy you a drink?” he asked as he turned towards his fan. “or several,” he added, this time with a wink.

[cvriousheart]

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — white wyvern ( 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ) —  battle of the bands ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) —  open

oriana was, admittedly, a little tipsy. they were there to work, to try and capture some of the scandal that was bound to unfold. of course, they could always lie—which is what led to oriana, cup in hand and channeling their inner sybill. “five bucks or a drink and i’ll tell you how your nights gonna go.” they said. “whatever works best for you.”

[scapegrvce]

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — white wyvern ( 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ) —  battle of the bands ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open

“shots?” augustine held a tray in her hands, looking for a table to camp out at with them. “apparently yelling across the bar isn’t the best way to order drinks. dude heard a higher number than i said.” if not she tray, she would’ve shrugged. “the choice was between taking them and the bartender having to throw them out so, you know.”

[petriichvrs]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  the white wyvern, knockturn alley  ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:  @lildiggory​​  !

"oi, scoot over-” first, she slides the drinks that she’s returned with onto the permanently sticky table that she and nellie had commandeered earlier that evening, making sure not to spill a single drop ( though she’s not sure that would be such a loss ; they look like two close estimations of the same fruity cocktail she asked for, but ginny’s not ENTIRELY sure the bartender of the wyvern had understood the assignment ). then, she uses her elbow to jostle the other along the unsteady bench until there’s just enough room for her fall down at their side. she makes sure to sit with her whole body twisted in their direction from the outset, all the better to talk shit in hushed tones about the grimy old man she’d encountered at the bar. “don’t look now-” she starts, knowing full well they’re going to take the first opportunity to glance over her shoulder no matter what she says to stop them, “but the guy in the middle - the one with the toupee - has asked me to ask you how we feel about heading back to his place and having ‘a bit of fun’. honestly, i thought he was JOKING...- but he told me to pass on that he’s more than happy to wear the maid costume, if neither of us want to.” 

[monstrovs]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  the white wyvern, knockturn alley  ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:  @cursedbcnes​​  !

if niko has given anyone the impression of being an overtired father trying desperately to regain control of a long since spiralled situation, at any point tonight, then it’s only because that’s EXACTLY how he’s felt since leaving the opera with susan bones in tow. he had figured ( incorrectly ) that she would be easy to ditch upon arrival at the wyvern and what was more, had somewhat banked on it - his idea of a good night hadn’t included the dawning horror of watching the five foot two junior assistant to the minister of magic downing the line of shots he had kindly provided like they were water, but that was kind of hard to come back from. it was HIS fault they had ended up in this situation, and usually he would be fine cutting his liabilities and disappearing into the night, but he had a funny feeling that anton wouldn’t be best pleased if the last of the bones family turned up dead in a ditch. ergo : “susan,” he says, sternly, grabbing her by the elbow none too gently in an effort to keep her fully upright, flicking the remaining half of his cigarette away into the shadows of the wyverns back alley, “put your shoes on.” 

[petriichvrs]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  the white wyvern, knockturn alley  ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:  @blondsnake​  !

to make a number of things very clear, from the get go : she wasn’t following him. yes, she had caught herself glancing across to his corner of the wyvern more than ONCE over the course of the evening ( which was very big of her to admit, she felt, when she could have said she was just admiring the scope of the event ) but no, she didn’t care about whatever was going on between him & pansy parkinson. who even cared that she was meant to be engaged ? not her. in fact, ginny would go so far as to say that she didn’t care at all that their few ( now much regrettable ) lapses in judgement had seemingly been forgotten weeks ago, and that she was far better off without having to waste her precious time wondering what EXACTLY had been going on between them, back when something sort of had been. it was obvious, now, that it was nothing. that was fine, and she was really happy to just ignore that he was even present, until ( through no fault of her own ), they actually came face to face.

she didn’t love it, but the truth was that while she really hadn’t been following him, there really wasn’t all that much truth to everything else. and - call it dutch courage running in her veins or, plain & simple, a really bad decision - when the door to the toilet she’d only idly been waiting on opened up to reveal him, ginny didn’t think half as deeply on the choice to jostle him back inside again just as quicly as she absolutely should have. it only takes a matter of seconds to make it in & lock the door again, behind them, but it’s clear how illthought out the whole thing is from the deep breath she takes and impressive buildup she gives only to manage, “hi.” 

[ofzvbini]

               𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊   𝖜𝖆𝖘   𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙   𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙   hande   in   the   dim   glow   of   the   white   wyvern’s   lights   .   not   soft   ,   not   when   all   of   their   softness   seemed   to   remain   sequestered   in   between   the   shelves   of   their   room   back   at   hogwarts   ,   but   something   a   little   less   put   on   .   a   little   less   shielded   from   the   prying   eyes   of   the   multitude   of   people   who’d   have   something   to   say   about   her   in   the   setting   they   seem   to   find   each   other   in   most   .   and   once   again   ,   something   compels   blaise   to   seek   her   out   when   she   breaks   away   from   her   friends   to   get   a   drink   (   and   he’d   be   ashamed   of   the   way   he   waits   till   he’s   out   of   the   sightline   of   her   fellow   hufflepuffs   but   blaise   could   see   the   way   that   moltisanti   was   looking   at   elodie   right   abouts   now   and   ,   really   ,   he   had   no   extreme   desire   to   also   be   on   the   receiving   end   of   that   kind   of   HOSTILITY   )   .   he   sidles   up   beside   her   ,   looking   for   all   as   if   he’s   ordering   his   own   drink   even   as   his   head   ducks   to   be   nearer   to   her   ear   .   the   question   he   asks   is   shouted   just   loud   enough   to   be   heard   over   the   roar   of   music   around   them   :   an   offer   for   a   shared   hobby   that   didn’t   come   about   until   another   stolen   moment   of   theirs   at   christmas   .   ❝   want   to   sneak   out   for   a   smoke   ?   ❞

【   𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖔𝖜𝖑   𝖋𝖔𝖗  :   𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊   𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖎  (   @impuriities​​​ ​  )   】

[ourcboros]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  the white wyvern, knockturn alley  ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:  @cvriousheart​  !

"two galleons,” nazli shouts at them without preamble, inclining their head towards the stubby boardman wannabe on stage and adding, for clarification, “on him winning.” someone who had staggered into the bathroom they’d taken up haunting earlier in the night had said something about betting on the outcome, and someone else had directed them towards none other than oriana trelawney. it didn’t seem entirely their speed, but naz had been confident enough in approaching them until a long enough beat passes for them to start wondering if they’d been fed false information and with uncharacteristic sheepishness they ask, “you’re taking bets, right?”