The Leaky Cauldron - Open to anyone.

[potion_failure]

Who : Romilda Vane & ???
Where : The Leaky Cauldron
When : Around 5PM
Rating : TBA
Summary : TBA

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[kevin_montague]

He chuckled at her choice of words.

"I have been 'chosen to participate', I think the phrasing was, in the Wizard Watch Project. Basically a chance for the Ministry to parade around the so called 'heroes' of the wizarding world and sick their former school nemesis on them. It's the most despicable sort of publicity stunt, really. That's why I like it."

He smirked at her, eyes flashing avada green for a split second. He leaned back in his seat, bracing his stingray leather boots against the transom running between the four legs of the table.

He heard the door open and close and then there was that distinct silence, followed by whispers, excited and decidedly indiscreet. He was sitting with his back against the entrance but didn't need to turn around to know who had entered. He filled his glass once more, bringing it to his lips.

"Ah, the scarred wonder. I really never did understand the fascination with a person whose sole merit is that he hasn't died yet."

He bent his head up towards the ceiling.

"I apparated here with Joseph, though I'm just stopping by for a drink. I'm going to continue over to Hanover terrace soon enough. What about you, Parkinson?"

[bitchy_nuisance]

"Me?" Pansy looked at him with a mildly innocent expression. "I've just come from the Muggle side of London." She raised one foot up from the floor and left it suspended in the air for a few moments before setting it back down, showing off her new dark green stiletto boots, which matched her robes perfectly.

"Perhaps the only thing that Muggles do well is these designer boots." Pansy sneered as she studied the heel of her footwear. "And for these, I will go into the midsts of Muggle London. Other than that, I need a new wardrobe for the Wizard Watch program." She smirked. "You're not the only one from Slytherin who is participating."

[kevin_montague]

"Ah, from the Gucci autumn collection, Giannini outdid herself this year, the smug bitch. Satin finish, ebony black heel. Stunning. Why didn't you call on me, darling, I would have given you a private showing. You do know I head Wizarding Armani these days, don't you?"

He spoke softly, not at all addressing Pansy's mention of muggles and their capacity. He knew when to speak his mind and when to hold his tongue. What business and relations he and his family had with muggles was no one else's concern.

"You're attending this little disaster too? How fortunate that there shall be people with brains to speak with. I am rather relieved. There is of course a purpose to me actually taking part in this silly little game. I'm not certain I would otherwise."

[bitchy_nuisance]

"A private showing?" Pansy arched an eyebrow. "Well, it would have been more satisfactory to do so considering your company's standing." A slow smirk spread across her lips. "Perhaps some other time... for the spring collection."

"And of course I'm attending the massacre of the dimwitted. There is always something in it for a Slytherin, we would not do it otherwise, now would we?" Pansy calmly sipped the last of her Firewhiskey and put the glass back down on the table.

Suddenly, a familiar voice caught her attention and she turned her head around to see Draco mouthing off to Potter and Longbottom. "Well, this should be interesting..." She commented.