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| Entry tags: | !1997: 12, !1998: 01, !complete, !open, argus pyrites, hestia jones, percy weasley |
Who: Any legal witches and wizards! (Assuming they're not under a curfew law, or otherwise impeded by their bloodline.)
What: Shindigs at the Shalott New Year's BASH
Where: Shalott
When: Thursday, 31 December, around ten o'clock
Rating/Warning: TBA
The final twenty-four hours of 1997 had, so far, been very busy and tiring for Argus Pyrites. That distasteful business with the Lovegood father and daughter that afternoon had left a sour flavor in his mouth - he had never been fond of doing the dirty work his job entailed. While he'd been honored by the assignment, it was also not the way he'd hoped to be spending the hours before he was expected to make an appearance at Shalott for the yearly New Year's celebration.
Never being one to arrive as the event was starting, he'd planned to arrive around nine and stay until sometime after the turning of the year, depending on how things went. Over the years he realized he never knew what he'd be doing as the night wore down - some years he remained until well after closing, with a particularly interesting group of patrons, drinking and laughing until the sun began to rise. Others, he was out the door with a select female companion or two after barely an hour of making the rounds and greeting regulars.
Tonight, he did indeed find himself entering Shalott just before nine, bedecked in a new set of robes - dark cobalt with silver and pale green detailing around the hems and cuffs - and otherwise festively attired. He'd had to spend considerably more time getting ready than usual - the past few days had taken a toll on him physically and, as far as Argus was concerned, he'd looked like Death just hours before.
After weaving his way through the intital crowds and dodging through group of inebriated young witches and wizards who seemed to think that they could dance much better than they actually could, Argus settled at a spot near the head of the main bar, a glass of licorice-flavored sodawater in his hand. He observed the goings on, musing that it was, indeed, a bit more sparse than usual. Even if it was a sign of the Cause's success, these new decrees were not good for business. Not good at all.
Still, the current attendees certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as ever, and the band this year was in top form. With five hours to go, the night was only just beginning.
Never being one to arrive as the event was starting, he'd planned to arrive around nine and stay until sometime after the turning of the year, depending on how things went. Over the years he realized he never knew what he'd be doing as the night wore down - some years he remained until well after closing, with a particularly interesting group of patrons, drinking and laughing until the sun began to rise. Others, he was out the door with a select female companion or two after barely an hour of making the rounds and greeting regulars.
Tonight, he did indeed find himself entering Shalott just before nine, bedecked in a new set of robes - dark cobalt with silver and pale green detailing around the hems and cuffs - and otherwise festively attired. He'd had to spend considerably more time getting ready than usual - the past few days had taken a toll on him physically and, as far as Argus was concerned, he'd looked like Death just hours before.
After weaving his way through the intital crowds and dodging through group of inebriated young witches and wizards who seemed to think that they could dance much better than they actually could, Argus settled at a spot near the head of the main bar, a glass of licorice-flavored sodawater in his hand. He observed the goings on, musing that it was, indeed, a bit more sparse than usual. Even if it was a sign of the Cause's success, these new decrees were not good for business. Not good at all.
Still, the current attendees certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves as much as ever, and the band this year was in top form. With five hours to go, the night was only just beginning.