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playerpotter ([info]playerpotter) wrote in [info]occultus,
@ 2012-03-24 16:03:00


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Entry tags:char: harry potter, char: kirley duke

At the Ball, at the bar.
Who: Harry Potter | anyone who wants to join him at the bar
What: 1998-99 Season British and Irish Quidditch League Awards Night
Where: In a fancy, magical hall like venue with a bar.
When: Saturday 24th March, 1999
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete

Harry entered the Hall not long after 5 to notice a good sized crowd already in attendance. He made his way to the bar after shaking hands with Kingsley and ordered himself a glass of white wine. The dinner wouldn't be for a little bit so he got himself a seat and waited for his drink alone.

Looking around he saw most of his colleagues were already paired off, some of the obviously drunk, it reminded him of last year's Christmas party. He'd been asked after why he didn't take part in the office flirting and all he could really do was smile and laugh in a self-deprecating manner. Truth was, he hadn't met anyone that tickled his fancy in a while, despite his young age. It was true that Kingsley Shacklebolt was incredibly attractive to him, but Harry knew far better than do anything about it, and so he minded his time with a delightful little crush and didn't bother dating out of obligation.

Sipping his newly delivered wine, Harry waved at his section's boss - the team's head recruiter - and laughed when she brushed off the attentions of the coach of the Bats, looking through the crowd once more for a potential drinking partner. Really, where were Ron and Hermione when he needed them?


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[info]specialk
2012-03-26 08:29 am UTC (link)
Tonight was difficult, Kirley wasn't the most enthusiastic of Quidditch fans; despite being son and brother to two of the league's more well known females (after the Harpies) and being the Keeper of the Year's date. That whole situation was going to get him into trouble with his Mother; he was sure of it. Sleeping with the enemy and all that. Not that he really cared, he was old enough to make his own decisions and not be told what to do by the 'great' Catriona McCormack.

He felt a mixture of happiness for Olly and sadness for Meghan; he wasn't good at feeling ambivalent at the best of times and this particular time was stressing him out. Excusing himself from the table, he wandered over to the bar, seeking something a little stronger than wine. Ordering a dark rum, he cradled the glass and watched the crowd for a minute before getting a familiar craving. Glancing to his left he noticed an approachable looking youngster and smiled.

'Don't suppose you know if I can smoke in here or not?'

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[info]playerpotter
2012-03-26 11:11 am UTC (link)
Harry looked up in surprise to see Kirley Duke sitting next to him, "Sorry mate, if it's a pipe you might be allowed, looks like some of the Officials have already brought out theirs, but cigarettes are usually forbidden." He shrugged in apology, wondering what Duke would be doing at a Quidditch banquet.

"I don't recall you being much of a fan of the sport..." He said, lamely, and then tried to explain, "The celebs who have boxes, the League makes a big deal out of them, but you've never seemed to be around..." Shaking his head he said, "Sorry," again, lamely, and waved to the bartender for a scotch on the rocks instead of a third glass of wine.

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[info]specialk
2012-03-27 06:14 am UTC (link)
A bark of laughter escaped him as the lad beside him mentioned pipes. He may be short, but he wasn't a Hobbit and he definitely didn't smoke a pipe. Maybe a crack pipe once, but that shit was disgusting, never again. 'Not really a pipe sort of guy.'

Black brows rose in an innocent look as he was called out for not being much of a fan, swirling the rum around the glass, he took a sip before answering. 'I'm not. I'd rather go to Murrayfield and watch Rugby.' A little smile curved his lips and he tilted his head slightly as a Scotch was ordered. Not many wizards knew the sport, so he had to explain it to them, but this one hadn't asked.

'My sister plays, so I'm here for her and I'm Wood's date for the evening.' Black painted nails tapped against the side of his glass and he grinned at his companion. 'What's your name? I'm Kirley.'

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