RP: Minerva & Atlas Who: Minerva Longbottom, Atlas Cornwell Where: Diagon Alley When: before dawn - Dec 9th/2024 Rating/Warnings: Language Summary: Minerva finds possible new playground and runs into old playtoy
She hadn't thought it so easy to find a club that catered to vampires, but after some careful research and asking the right people, Minerva discovered a club in muggle London called Plasma. Certainly she would fit in there, and with her experience working and helping her mum out at the Leaky for as many years as she did when she had turned of age, Minerva was sure she could get a position at the club.
Minerva had thought about Eros, but she knew too many people that went there and she wanted to find her own place - somewhere that no one knew who she was and what she was truly. Plasma seemed to be perfect with its gothic fripperies and the whole 'vampire' play that the muggles liked to do.
She had stayed at the club, enjoying a few drinks and danced. Really enjoyed herself and weirdly, hadn't thought about her condition even though there were plenty of blood red drinks and lights and costumes that filled the club. Bared, willing necks which muggles playfully nipped on while dancing or even just sitting at a table.
The club was open until 3 a.m. - and on the weekends as late (or early) as 5:00 a.m. That suited Minerva fine - though in the summer she would have to make sure not to get put on shift to close. That night, however, after she left the club instead of going home she stayed in an all night greasy spoon, having coffee and chip and egg, just thinking about all the things that were to be done.
As soon as she saw the ribbon of pink on the horizon outside the window of the diner, Minerva realized she had stayed out far, far too late and she quickly paid up her bill.
She apparated from the alley behind the diner to Diagon Alley.