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Quinn had been busy all day. He wasn't even sure what he'd done but he knew he'd been busy. It was opening night for his exhibit. His art was going on sale to the public and he was expecting a rather grand turn out. He had a lot of friends interested in his art (well more like nosy about it) and he was in good hands with the gallery he'd gone through. He'd met with the owners and he'd spent time talking with the curator. The girl, Amelia, in charge of his pieces was rather fresh-faced and it was a first for the both of them. His relationship with Amelia had been a distant one, mostly communicating through owl messages, but she had done well in keeping him on track and arranging the proper care for his pieces. It was fair to say that his art would not have been showcased so well without her. It was certainly a big evening for the pair of them and Quinn was so grateful for her help that he'd even got her a gift to give at the end of the evening. Unfortunately he was not great at gifts, thankfully he had a girlfriend that was brilliant with that sort of thing and he'd relied heavily upon her opinion, purchasing Amelia exactly what Lyra had told him to get.

The night was early but going well. Red dots were beginning to go up on the descriptions indicating that the piece beside it was sold. It was a swell feeling. Quinn hadn't had any pre-show jitters, he'd been confident in his work and his friends abilities to chat the pieces up around perspective buyers. If all else failed then he had a back up plan. He'd had a chat with Dorcas when she'd pried into his life and she'd assured him that she'd happily spend Rod's money on Quinn's art and then create a 'Muggle's without art' charity in Rod's name. Quinn had thanked her, not sure if she was kidding or not, but later on when he'd chatted with Rod about the conversation, he'd assured Quinn that that was indeed something Dorcas would do. She was an odd breed but Rod seemed to actually like this wife and more importantly, Quinn thought she was alright, too.

Socialising with a few people here and there Quinn thanked them for coming, talked up the gallery and mentioned how incredible Amelia had been in helping him achieve his dream. There were quite a few people congratulating him, Yasna Patil making a large show of congratulating him before she swanned off elsewhere. Quinn's mind was only on the hors d'oeuvre that were circulating on silver platters. Man they looked good and he was famished. Heading for a waiter, Quinn was stopped by another person. His pursuit of food was delayed but it would not be over, not by a long shot.

Tag: Everyone!
Mentioned: Amelia Margaret Greengrass, Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke, Dorcas Amilie Meadowes, Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange, Yasna Hara Patil
Notes: <3
Outfit: Buy My Artz!

Slinking off with some alone time with Lyra was always a tantalising temptation. They'd had plenty of fun together at her place before coming out this afternoon but there was no way that Quinn would be passing up the chance for a little more frivolity with his gal. "Don't tempt me, love." He chuckled, standing in front of a house he assumed was that of the Burkes. He'd spent some time with Lyra's family on multiple occasions now, but he wasn't familiar with them as much as he probably should have been by now, but Lyra didn't seem to mind that he gave most of his attention to her. Could anyone blame him? She was a knock out.

The doorbell rang and Lyra gave him a kiss, then that minxy little grin of her before they were snogging on the porch. Quinn held a gift bag in his right hand while his left hand snuck around to Lyra's arse, giving it a lustful squeeze. By Merlin's sweaty bollocks, if he could have her right now, he would. The door opened but Quinn didn't notice until he heard someone talking. He'd already pulled Lyra in closer but he released her arse, chuckling at the situation, which caused his lips to part from Lyra's. "Ay, afternoon, Clem." He said, giving her a nod, licking his bottom lip, missing softness of Lyra's lips.


Tag: Lilith A. C. Lestrange and Rabastan Aramis Lestrange and Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke and Clementine Gabrielle Burke
Notes: <3
Outfit: Dressed by teh GF.

The idea of the three ladies on a night out together with their significant others grew more and more amusing the longer Quinn thought about it. Their personalities all seemed so different but he only knew Lyra well and Dorcas a little. Lilith he could only base on what he'd seen here and there. He thought of Lilith as a rather reserved witch. She seemed to blend in with her mannerisms although whatever she wore to places certainly made her stand out. You couldn't help but notice her and the air or royalty that she had about her. It seemed she'd always wanted to be a little princess and Quinn was surprised she'd been matched with Rabby and not Rod, after all Rod was the one that was going to someday be King of the Lestrange empire and a well trained Queen seemed like the ideal partner, however his first wife had been certifiably insane and his second was considered a blood traitor, as well as being a little off her rocker, although Quinn certainly did like a her more than he'd liked Bella, but if this one turned out to be a raging psycho, then he'd have Rod's back for the divorce proceedings. Thankfully for Quinn, his Lyra was nothing like Lilith, he wasn't a fan of a woman that would just become part of the furniture, he liked someone with a little more gall, someone that was exciting, and Lyra certainly brought that. She was always a shining light - wait a minute, did that make him the bore in their relationship? Was he the sodding Lilith? Fuck he hoped not.

Quinn took a mouthful of his drink as Rod sent the Lyra-look-a-like off and demanded a new stripper to tease his apparently limp cock. "Bring him Tiffany!" He called, smirking. Ten years ago the boys had barely been 20, but damn did Rod look as though he'd had a crush on Tiffany. Little blonde thing with an arse to kill and tits to smother in. She was definitely his most requested stripper, and ten years on she was still working the poles and laps at this particular establishment, even though, in Quinn's opinion, she probably should have given it up five years ago. He'd always thought she was maybe ten years older than them, but having seen her in recent years, he was beginning to think that perhaps a touch older than he'd first thought. Still, it would be just swell for Roddikins to have a reunion with his favourite stripper.

"She'll just be a minute, sugar." A voice spoke, although Quinn paid no attention as to who was talking to them. "When's the last time you saw Tiffany?" He asked Rod, lifting his cigar to his lips. Her name gave the illusion that she was a class act, but Quinn had seen her do some downright dirty things that a proper lady would never do, but that was precisely Rod's type, hell, Quinn wouldn't put it past Rod to have made her his second wife, but somehow Dorcas had squeezed herself in the picture.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Notes: <3
Outfit: Hello handsome

Quinn finished off his bottle of beer and sat it down haphazardly on the table between himself and Rod. It wobbled but didn't fall and Quinn rested his hands on the arm of his chair. Once upon a time he'd have had his hands all over Ruby, but now he was in a relationship with Lyra he didn't feel right in groping some woman, not when he had a better one to spend the night with later. "You know me mam, she's happy if I'm happy." He commented, his eyes watching the seductive dance that Ruby probably did night after night. "Rían's still got his own business and the kids are great so she's far more focused on that than anythin' I'm doin' right now." He told Rod. His mam was a loving but firm woman, if he was doing anything she didn't approve of then she'd give him a wallop and tell him to straighten up and fly right. "And thankfully, she's a bit preoccupied with Aoife's wedding." Quinn's little sister getting married was another big deal. Quinn's art barely factored in to his mam's life, not that it was all bad, he liked being left to his own devices. "How's the missus?" He asked with a bit of a small, very minor smirk. It was barely a hint but there was certainly something there. The idea of Rodolphus Lestrange marrying someone that half their like still considered a bloodtraitor was hilarious to Quinn. He didn't mind Dorcas at all, after meeting her he'd found he had quite the connection with her the kind that would cement a friendship for life, but many others casting aspersions, though never around a Lestrange, people were smart enough to mind their gobs around the most influential wizarding family in all of the British wizarding world.

Tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Notes: <3
Outfit: Hello handsome

Quinn had been looking to let off a little steam, he had bundles of energy after having slept for practically two days straight, and he was looking forward to dancing some of that energy off, but his carelessness had taken him in another direction. He was now in a role reversal situation of flirting with an attractive blonde he vaguely recognised and now she had his name and he had hers. Quinn had had no intentions of hooking up tonight but with the way things were going with the lovely Lyra, he wouldn't say 'no' if she was up for something a little more than her creative take on pick up lines. The pick up line itself was awful, just terrible, and certainly not the sort he'd ever use on a woman because he was sure it would earn him a slap, or in the very least a severe eye roll, but the fact that she'd flipped the whole come on line notion on its head and gone with the usually male role. He'd not seen a woman do that before and it was highly entertaining, and Quinn liked a woman that could hold her own against a man. In wits at least.

"The pleasure is mine, Lyra." He told her, fully meaning it, too. She mentioned their mothers and a wand illuminated in his mind. His mouth opened a little in realisation and a soft 'Ahh' noise escaped him, although over the heavy music of the club it couldn't quite be heard. Still the realisation was written all over his face and he felt a bit like a knob in not realising he was talking to the Lyra Burke. She was a literal star and he'd not recognised her. He felt like he needed to make that up to her without making it obvious that he should have recognised her from her plays, "That's right, yeah, yeah." He said, his head nodding as he spoke, going through the long line of Burke children. "From what I understand your mum is a crafty witch, always hogging the best numbers." He chuckled, "Bet she takes home some lovely prizes. A basket of meat, perhaps, I don't really know what gets won at bingo," he confessed with a chuckle as the drinks they'd ordered arrived. Quinn put down the coin, not bothering with a tab tonight, and then picked up the drinks handing Lyra's over to her, "To cheesy chat up lines and bingo mums." He said, his glass raised offering up one of the worst toasts in history. It could have been worse, he could have spilt her drink again and toasted to 'bingo meat', which had been about to come out before he'd thought better of it and toasted their mums instead. Bloody hell that was lame of him!

Tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke !
Words: 469
Notes: <3
Outfit: A little hyped up

Quinn was drawn in by the woman's beauty. The sway of her blonde hair was almost hypnotic as she moved. It held such a beautiful lustre and her features were simply alight with her wit which was way off point. Him? Use such a chat up line? Merlin no! That was way too tacky and Quinn barely ever spoke to women. It was amazing he was even able to maintain eye-contact with this lovely creature but he was putting it down to the alcohol he'd consumed this evening. A little liquid ... well not courage, he didn't need courage, but it was certainly something to loosen him up a little. Quinn wasn't much of a drinker usually but he'd been dragged out for the night and if he was in a space he was uncomfortable with, then he was damn well going to drink until he felt comfortable. Apparently he was at that level. "What! Pft. Never." He said with a bit of a sarcastic tone to imply that perhaps he had used such a line although truly he'd never. He'd never used chat up lines in his life because how would you even do that? There was no walking up to a woman and just talking to her, Quinn would probably say the wrong thing if he tried that with anyone other than a friend.

She ordered herself a drink and then asked a question which left him with a quizzical look which he was certain made him look absolutely stupid while she seemed to be checking him out, then she finished the chat up line, one he'd known other blokes to use a million times over, and he groaned, rolling his eyes. Quinn smirked, laughing, almost in disbelief, "Wow," He chuckled, grinning, unable to believe the dauntlessness of this woman, "Do you seriously think I'm the devil, the fallen angel Lucifer?" He asked, his mind racing, "I suppose it's an easy mistake to make, I'm quite Heavenly." He said, putting on an exceedingly pompous kind of smile for play. "I should introduce myself, so there's no further confusion." He clarified, his face returning to it's normal smile, "Quinn Blackwood." He did a little bow, just his head moving forward slightly and the tops of his shoulders. "It's my absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance tonight, Miss." And it was. Genuinely. This woman was fun to be around, more fun than half of his friends, and he'd spent probably less than five minutes in her company so far and he hoped once he'd got her a drink, that she'd be up for spending a bit more time together.

Tag: Lyra Ophelia Genevieve Burke !
Words: 438
Notes: <3
Outfit: A little hyped up