Date: May 19th, 2005
Character(s): Horace Slughorn, all Slytherins, anyone who wants to gate-crash or eavesdrop
Location: Stoatshead Hill Town Hall
Status: Public
Summary: The first post-war meeting of the Old Slytherins Association
Completion: Complete
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'Better cut along home,' said Horace... )
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Not to say that this was certain to be a success. She found, however, that it was best to remain informed, and there could be certain advantages to recovering lost school mates.
"It might as well be." She smiled at Slughorn, lightly pushing back a few strands of her hair. "We are both quite well, Sir, and are pleased to be here. This is quite an impressive effort." A point of interest, in any case, and perhaps it would be well worth the attendance.
"And you, of course, must be faring admirably."
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He saw the sign that had been posted and followed it's directions, coming into the main meeting hall and spotted his old Professor, heading to the refreshment table to get himself a drink and steel his nerves.
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After he was let in by a house elf and looked around, he saw an old man who made him immediately tense before seeing Pucey at the refreshment table. He curled his hands into fists, feeling his stubbed nails cut into his palm. But he exhaled, letting most of his anger go free. He shook his head and walked over to lean against a wall. He hoped there would be booze here but knew he shouldn't drink since that lowered all his inhibitions.
It was a hopeless situation and he looked down at the floor before he mumbled, "It's going to be a long fucking night."
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He decided that he wanted something to drink and walked over to the refreshment table, noticing Pucey kissing Slughorn's arse over something. A young woman and an older one had walked in, so he was sure they would be Pucey's next targets.
Standing next to the refreshment table, he noticed there wasn't a drop of alcohol present. Sighing again, he waited for the ladle while another man he recognized faintly used it. He watched the man finish scooping out his drink before he said, "Let me get that from you."
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When he finally looked up at the other man, he thought he recognized him in a vague sort of way. If he remembered correctly, he'd been captain of the Slytherin team before Vincent made it on, although with how much time had passed it was hard to be certain. Although his memory was hardly pathetic, he was only vaguely certain of the man's name. Flint - perhaps? Although the first name escaped him.
"Vincent Crabbe," he introduced himself, offering his free hand that wasn't holding the glass of the annoyingly red liquid, "I won't bother asking the obvious - I'm assuming you were a Slytherin. Had you even heard of this association before Slughorn started owling around?"
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He was speaking to the man he was next to but really he was just letting out some steam. He hated these events and meeting people was not his strongpoint. Still, he looked at the man and thought he was one of Malfoy's cronies but at this point Marcus didn't care.
When the man introduced himself, Marcus took his hand. He nodded. "Marcus Flint." He released the man's hand and answered, "I don't have any clue what's going on here but judging from our fellow Slytherins." He gestured toward the room. "the House has fallen on very hard times."
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She spotted a few familiar faces among the guests, but none that she could imagine would remember her, or care to talk to her if they did. She definitely wasn't about to impose her company on anybody, so she just headed to the table of refreshments, poured a cup of punch and found a place to sit near a corner torn between hoping someone friendly would join her and hoping nobody would notice she was there in the first place.
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"As far as I know, as long as we were sorted into the house of Green and Silver, we belong. So no matter who is here or what their motives, we can certainly make a place for ourselves." He took her hand and threaded it through the crook of his arm. "I'll likely have to leave you when my darling arrives, but until then we can stick together, yes?"
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"You know, sometimes I can't help but wonder if you can read my mind, Mr. Lockhart," she said, smiling fondly at him.
She felt a bit safer now that she wasn't alone and a bit less out of place.
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Gilderoy glanced around the room to see if there was anyone he knew around. And, of course there was Slughorn, himself over there. He raised his eyebrows and waved to the man then turned back to Daphne. "Do you know any of the young men who have shown up here? I'm rather surprised that some of your other friends from school aren't here yet."
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