Who: Lilith Yaxley and Apollo Savage What: She's bored and wants something to play with Where: A magical club in Knockturn. I'm calling it The Siren's Den When: Friday night, 01/12 Rating: Who knows. Will update.
While Tinworth was obviously the right choice for Lilith, that didn't mean she wasn't dying of boredom locked behind the wards. Yes, they were important for safety and all that nonsense, but they really ruined all the fun she could be having out with the larger population. She had been good recently. Translating texts for customers from her home, visiting local shops, but the repetitive nature of her existence was making her antsy, and tonight, well, she wanted to find a new toy to play with.
Thankfully, Lilith was not exactly a well known Malfoy supporter or figure in the Magical World overall. She purposefully did her best to remain under the radar, and out of the public eye. She was quiet, courteous, and unless she ran into someone who knew her outright, she doubted there would be any trouble if she slipped into Diagon for the evening of drinking and partying.
Making her way down the street, she slipped into a small alleyway that brought her to Knockturn Alley, her heels clicking loudly against the old cobblestone street. She could hear the faint beat of music from the establishment she was heading towards, and while it wasn't the most upscale of places, the somewhat seedy nature of the establishment is exactly what she was counting on. There would be someone here who could provide her with a bit of fun, even if it was only a one off.
All that signaled the club even existing was a single large wizard guarding a dark door with a velvet rope in front of it. All she had to do was look up with her large blue eyes and flash a winning smile, and he instantly let her inside. She also couldn't help but chuckle at the naughty thoughts that crossed his brain at the sight of her.
Once inside she checked her long coat, leaving her in her chosen attire for the evening and made her way into the sticky heat of dancing and too many bodies. She made her way to the bar carefully, weaving and bobbing out of the way of the drunk and drugged up party-goers with ease before she found herself a singular seat.
"I'll have a gin and tonic, please. Top shelf, preferably." She wasn't about to go drinking some well quality crap.