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Bring on the fireworks

WHO: Everyone who can make it to Mechanisburg
TONE: Fun!
RATING: PG upwards depending on how drunk some people get (hey, kissing at the Midnight mark can get raunchy!)
WHEN: 31st December
WHERE: The brew hall in Mechanisburg, Germany
WHAT: Mamma's invited the staff and students of Hogwarts to join in with the New Year's eve party at her old brew hall! Families are welcome, the waitresses adore children!

Festivities were in full swing at Gkika's brew hall - the dancing girls on stage being cheered on by the bar patrons, the beer wenches mingling in the crowd and deliberately thickening their accents for tourists. The music was lively as to be expected, there were drinks and food aplenty. What more could you want?

Gkika herself was donning her 'Mamma' clothes as she circulated the crowd, making sure people were behaving themselves and not hesitating to bodily throw out those who didn't, all with a big grin on her face.

(ooc: Feel free to tag amongst each other, it's party!)

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It must have been difficult for a muggle woman to comprehend. Halfbloods and purebloods have a hard time understanding as it is.

[He holds his drink by the rim, swirling the liquid around and refusing to look in her eyes.]

Not as such.

Not as difficult as you might think.. but she had her difficulties with it. [She chuckles lightly.] I think the lack of a heartbeat perplexed her the most.

[Dolores tilts her head then, trying to catch his eye.]

No? I would hate to go down in your estimation simply because my parents were not magically inclined.

[Murdoc fumbles for a polite answer for a moment. It doesn't change his opinion much, he sort of knew. She's already considered lower than him by the fact that she's a vampire. These are things everybody knows, but not things that need to be said.

Instead, he gives her a curious look.]

No heartbeat? Ah. Of course you don't, it's just, well. I often wonder what it feels like.

[She's already considered lower than most just by being a vampire, not only him, and she's.. used to that. She'd never settle for it, oh no, but she's used to it. She isn't human anymore, after all.

His curiosity interests her, and her eyelids lower as she thinks on it. Her fingers tap gently against the side of her glass, and when she answers, it's softly.]

Hollow. I think.. that would be the most fitting word. I breathe, but.. only for the purpose of speaking. It isn't necessary.

I see.
[He nods as she speaks, taking it all in and slowly processing the information. That's when he realises he's really made it awkward. A small smile slowly creeps across his face as he changes the subject.]

Do you have any plans for the holidays?

[She can't help but return that slow smile, letting out a little giggle then catching herself, giving the glass in front of her an accusatory look.]

Not for the rest of them. I suppose I will spend the time at home.

You won't be visitin' anyone else at all? Or have any visitors?

[He cocks his head to the side, a curious look in his eyes.]

I have done my visiting. I have adopted family nearby that may wish to spend time with me before the school year begins again, but I have no plans.

[She catches his eye and smiles.]

And what of you?

Adopted? So you own them now?

[He narrows his eyes before waving her off.] You should visit. I'm sure the boys would enjoy it.

[She looks surprised for a moment.]

Own them? Where would you get such an idea? I'd say they adopted me more than anything.

[Then she smiles and rests her chin against her hand.]

Do you think so? I'm afraid I don't know your eldest terribly well.

I see. [He returns the smile.]

Ah, yes. Well he is new! He hasn't quite gotten familiar with everyone just yet. [Suddenly a thought pops into his head, one he's been mulling over for some time.] Speaking of familiarity, you seem to be gettin' quite close to Rhydderch as of late.. [He trails off, raising a curious brow at her.]

[She's been keeping an eye on your boy, Murdoc.. she knows just how 'familiar' he's been getting with people.. but that's something for another time, if it becomes a problem.

When the topic suddenly turns to Rhys, her lips part in surprise for a brief moment, then she ducks her head and smiles faintly.]

Rhys and I have a mutually rewarding relationship. I enjoy his company, and he enjoys mine.

[Murdoc isn't entirely aware of his behaviour, but he has an idea. He honestly doesn't have any idea where he gets it from. It makes the tiniest part of him feel guilty, as if it's somehow his fault.

He narrows his eyes at the seemingly demure reaction, his good mood slowly wearing into something more serious.]

I can't imagine anyone genuinely enjoyin' his company. [He rolls his eyes.] You're far too accomodatin', Miss Maryam.

Simply because you dislike him I see no reason for me to feel otherwise.

[Very lightly, her fingers pat his arm.]

I appreciate your concern, sweetheart, but I'm a tough girl. I can take care of myself.

I dislike him for good reason. It's not as if I'm holdin' petty grudges because he ate the last piece of toast, Dolores.

[He frowns at her.] I never said you couldn't. I'm only tellin' you to be careful. You only need to know him a minute to know he's...[He flicks his eyes to the side as he looks for the word. A wanker. A bastard. A crazy asshole.] ...Weird.

I am well aware of his oddities, my dear. I would not have to be what I am to be able to sense that from him.

[She plays with her glass, a little frown on her face.]

But I have no reason to believe that he would cause harm to me, and if that makes me too accommodating, then so be it.

It hardly seems as if we're talking about the same person here. However, if he were to be seemingly pleasant with you for one reason or another, whether or not the harm he causes is intentional is another factor entirely.

It isn't safe to become attached to a person like that. You'll wind up hurt somehow, can't you see that?

[She gives a little sigh and props her chin against her hand, watching him with a soft, fond expression.]

Of course I can see that. The risk of being hurt, in one way or another, is present in every moment of life and if we spend our time trying to avoid it, can we be said to be truly living?

The last man I believed to care for me, as foolish and clouded as that belief was, is the reason that I am what I am now. I do not think that I can be dealt a more grievous injury than the loss of my humanity.

It can be, because it means you keep livin' and don't die horribly. [He scowls at the fond expression, feeling as if he isn't being taken seriously. His buzz might have died off a little, oops.]

There are plenty of men who care for you! Dirk and I care for you! And that's all you really need, right? [He gives her the most innocent smile known to man.]

[Just for a moment, she almost points out that she's already dead. This is why she shouldn't drink. While she knows his concern is genuine, she is also quite sure that she knows what she's doing.]

I love the both of you dearly, and I appreciate that you want to look out for me, but it is different, and you know that.

I don't understand why it needs to be different with him of all people. There are plenty more suitable gentlemen who would happily acquaint themselves with you in that...manner.

[This is like talking to his mother about her love life...]

[She's starting to get that feeling, too..]

You may have noticed that many of the professors here are some twenty years my junior. That is enough for me to have personal reservations. Murdoc, I know you are only concerned for me but I promise you.. I know what I'm doing.

[He's slooooooowly turning a little bit pink, but he isn't going to back down from this.]

Twenty years isn't that long. [He grumbles into his drink, taking a long sip. Yup. He's drunk enough to start this.] You absolutely cannot indulge him, Dolores. I implore you. He's bad news, everyone can see that!

[Luckily for her, she's sober enough to be able to retort.]

I don't want to have this come between us. You are very special to me, a beloved friend.. let's not argue. If you wish to speak about when you are.. sober.. I am open to it.

I don't want it to either! S'why I'm sayin' it!

[He raises his arms, letting his drink slosh a little as he does...wow okay maybe he is a little drunk.]

Alright. We'll talk about it later.

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