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Post by Silas Zhang on Jun 28, 2020 18:54:49 GMT
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Silas watched Kit down his cocktail quickly, his eyebrows raising in an impressed expression. This was nothing like Kit nursing his drink earlier in the evening, which honestly had Silas wondering if the handsome play-hero was one of those sober sorts. Apparently not. “Another?” he asked almost tauntingly, sipping his own drink as the half-vampire’s empty glass was pushed back into his hand. “Generally my house guests say ‘thank you’,” he turned away from the Auror and moved toward the counter where the bottles and mixers were set waiting, “and they don’t leave temptation in my living room.” Silas could smell the dead man’s blood from here, congealing on the fibers of his rug and seeping through to the hardwood floor below. Though he had no intention of feeding on the corpse, it was in poor taste to throw a warm body at a vampire who had abstained for as long as he had. With another wave of his wand, Silas sipped his drink as Kit’s glass was refilled, a little stronger this time, and he turned to look at the still brooding man. “He’s offering the vampires something that is too good to pass up. Many of them are joining his ranks, though not all.” Another sip. “We are not all of a single hive mind,” he remarked pointedly.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Jun 17, 2020 20:30:43 GMT
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The kitchen was a stark contrast of dark wood and white marble counters. A few lighter canisters of cooking utensils and a bowl of decorative fruit softened the room only slightly. Silas drew his wand and summoned a few bottles from one of the higher cabinets, and with his free hand he pulled down two cocktail glasses and a bar shaker. Movement signaled the half-vampire’s presence in the doorway and although he was muttering, Silas heard him perfectly well. “I’m sure. Supremacists always have their reasons…” His voice was flat, factual. He did not even bother to look up at Kit as he spoke, instead he busied himself with his drink, ignoring the woes of the younger man who only wanted to be absolved of his sins; ruining Dumbledore’s chances of obtaining vital information for the Order and for essentially killing the man who’s body still lay in Silas’ living room. “Are you expecting me to ask? I’m sure I know enough.” Nimble fingers pulled a lime from the bowl on the counter and began slicing it into evenly sized wedges. “Law enforcement. Vampire hunter. Order member. You’ve a savior complex, my dear.” Silas put down the knife and squeezed the lime wedges into their respective glasses, dropping them in when he was done. “But you were so busy trying to save one man who was already dead, that you risked the lives of nearly every other witch and wizard – and vampire – in Britain. You probably need this more than I do.” He had crossed the kitchen to the doorway where Kit stood brooding and extended one of the cocktail glasses to him. The other glass rose to Silas’ lips and he paused just before taking a sip to add, “after all, I at least managed a bit of useful information for Albus before your heroics interrupted things.”
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Post by Silas Zhang on Jun 15, 2020 2:37:03 GMT
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The slowing thump-thump of the feeder’s heart finally stopped completely. The blood flow would be next to halt, and then the corpse would grow cold. He was becoming less appetizing by the second. Small blessings, thought Silas as he moved further from the bloody scene, waiting for some half-cocked retort from the emotional half-vampire. In a flash Kit was standing before him, the air having parted against the younger man’s speed and the sound of his footsteps amplified by the squishing of blood underfoot. Kit scowled at him, handsome features contorted with rage and a false sense of superiority. The ignorant look of youth. “Albus has never questioned my loyalty and I’ve given him no reason to do so now. You, on the other hand, appear to be well-versed in killing creatures you disagree with on principle and it is clear why Albus wanted someone to keep you in check.” Silas brushed past Kit and headed for the kitchen. He needed to not be in the same room as fresh blood and a good drink would certainly not go amiss in this unpleasant moment. “Foolish me for thinking you could be trusted to go to the loo on your own. Next time I’ll have to escort you.”
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Post by Silas Zhang on Mar 4, 2020 17:11:09 GMT
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A sturdy floor replaced the soft, muddy grass beneath his feet as his living room came into focus around them. Damn, he had tracked mud on his rug, though it appeared a little dirt would be the least of his tidying up problems. Stupidly, Kit had still tried to save the feeder upon their exodus from the graveyard and now the sod was laid out, splinched and bleeding out on his expensive Persian rug. The smell of nickel hit Silas’ nose instantly and he felt a craving roil inside of him. The adrenaline pumping through him wasn’t helping him any as it heightened his already keen senses. Silas snarled, internally fighting between sudden hunger and empathy. Not for feeder, there was no point in empathizing with the dead and this bloke would be dead shortly, but with the poor misguided halfling who was sobbing at the dying man’s feet. “And what was it that was supposed to happen tonight? Surely it wasn’t gathering intel…” Silas sneered at the short-sightedness of his ‘partner’ and turned away from the delicious sight of the bleeding man laid out before him like Sunday tea.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Feb 23, 2020 18:23:02 GMT
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Playing defense had never been Silas’ strong suit. He liked to be in the lead, in control of the situation, whether it be fighting or flirting. His half-human companion had taken that option away from him and now Silas was scrambling to regain the upper hand. Dark eyes confirmed Kit and the feeder were on the stairs, heading toward freedom where they could apparate away from danger, but as Silas turned to follow them, he felt a strong hand grab his shoulder and pull him back, slamming him to the floor. “Ooh, do we like it rough? Sorry, you’re not really my type.” The vampire lunged at him, fangs drawn, but Silas countered, grabbing the bloke by the back of the neck and slamming him face first into the stone floor. Silas leapt to his feet, hopping over the fallen vampire and dashing toward the stairs, the others hot on his trail.
He was on the stairs, climbing upward faster than Kit’s half-human abilities should have allowed, but Kit had the head start. Silas would surely have been left to deal with the vampiric horde while Kit played hero and carted the feeder off to the hospital only to find out there was nothing to be done to save for poor sod. Much to his surprise, Silas found a little party happening at the crypt’s entrance; Kit on his back with a vampiress towering over him, another vampire lunging toward the not-so-rescued feeder who was slumped against the wall. Silas dove for the female, knocking her away from Kit and tackling her to the ground. The force had pushed them both out into the open night’s air, damp grass beneath them as they wrestled but it was brief. A hand placed perfectly on each side of the woman’s head. A quick snap. She was limp and Silas was instantly on his feet, pulling Kit out of the mausoleum and disapparating the pair of them before anymore chaos came up through the crypt door.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Feb 23, 2020 6:11:29 GMT
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Silas turned his attention back to Orin, who had taken Kit’s leave as an excuse to tell a story Silas couldn’t give two shits about. Something about a werewolf he’d met a decade ago – Silas was hoping for something more recent. Perhaps he would need to steer the conversation a wee bit more. They conversed uninterrupted, none the wiser to the battle raging in the room down the corridor; each of the rooms were enchanted with a silencing spell to help keep the other feeders subdued. The only sounds that made it out to the main room were from rooms with lax occupants, not bothering to shut the door as they had their fun. Orin was telling him about a meeting with a Death Eater, vampiric ears perking up at the revelation that they were on to something. Of course, that was the exact moment Kit reappeared, clinging on to the man who’d passed them earlier with the two vampire women.
Silas shot up to his feet as Kit expressed a need to leave, but they weren’t fast enough. One minute another vampire was stood in front of Kit and the feeder, blocking their exit, the next the vampire was flying backward through the air and into a nearby table. In the blink of an eye, Silas was at Kit’s side, slamming a fist into the jaw of a large vampire who was rounding on them. The vampire rocketed off his feet before falling backwards, but he was replaced by nearly half a dozen more, all ready to tear the intruder and his companion apart. There was no time to lay blame to their current predicament, instead Silas simply ushered Kit and his new friend toward the stairs that led to the crypt entrance, grabbing a nearby chair by the back and swinging it at the legs of an oncoming vampire and knocking him to the ground.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Jan 20, 2020 21:25:29 GMT
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Friendly banter was interrupted by a strong thud of glass to table. Silas’ dark eyes shifted carefully over to Kit’s. A piss-poor excuse for an undercover agent if he couldn’t even handle a little chatter about blood. Kit asked after the restroom and Orin grunted at him. “Over that way,” the man directed, gesturing to one of the many corridors that led off the main room.
“Don’t be long, darling.” Silas’ expression was casual, letting on nothing in front of their astute company. "Call if you get lost...Or if you'd like company." Silas smirked at the half-vampire. Kit’s sudden urge to relieve himself, however, was not in the plans and Silas didn’t trust that his brooding partner wouldn’t be recognized mid-piss while standing at the urinal. Silas sipped his drink and made a show of admiring Kit’s backside as he stood from the table.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Jan 15, 2020 19:55:59 GMT
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Kit sat brooding and Silas didn’t mind acknowledging silently that it was an attractive look on the man. The shadowy figure emerged, and Silas finally drew his gaze away from his date. The nasally voice belonged to a stout man; his long beard, the only hair this man possessed, gathered into Viking braids. Silas gave a half smile as he met Orin’s grey eyes, so pale they were nearly white except for the pinprick pupils that were fixed on Kit. “My pet,” Silas emphasized, protectively. “I have not forgotten your charms. If you weren’t so damned ugly, I might be afraid that he’d run away with you, but thankfully I am saved the worry.” Pale eyes turned skeptically toward Silas and the two vampires glared at each other for a moment before Silas cracked. Soon enough they were both smiling, and Silas stood, his arm extended to meet Orin’s in a familiar shake. “Its good to see you my old friend. Won’t you join us? I have much to catch up on after such a long time away, and tales from the Orient to share with you.” A quick flourish of his wand, faster than the naked eye could see, and a third chair appeared on the open side of the table. The invitation was accepted, and the three men sat.
Silas didn’t allow for more than a moment’s silence. There was no telling what sort of reputation his partner for the evening had built in these sorts of establishments, and Silas didn’t want to waste their time while others figured out there was a hunter in their midst. “It seems you’ve done a piss-poor job of controlling the country while I’ve been away,” Silas remarked with a smirk. “I leave for a few decades and am greeted upon my return with wizard infighting. I should have known; you always did love the taste of war.”
“Gives it a tangy aftertaste,” Orin remarked, yellowed fangs visible as he smiled.
“Too sharp for my liking,” Silas bantered. He took another sip of his drink, casually looking about the room at the other patrons and trying to estimate their numbers. There were too many hallways and closed doors to be of any accuracy. He turned back to Orin, hoping the man would offer any insight he might have on the growing wizarding war and what part the vampires had been asked to play, if any. Orin liked to talk but Silas knew if he probed too directly they might be caught on.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Jan 9, 2020 5:03:24 GMT
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At one point in his life, St Jerome’s had been something of a home base for Silas, though never home. There were some creatures of the night who liked the idea of living the somewhat nomadic lifestyle, bouncing from graveyard to graveyard, taking shelter in whatever club or bar they found themselves near dawn. That wasn’t the undead life Silas desired. He had always managed a decent living space for himself wherever he went, free of roommates – alive or dead. His current abode was a modestly sized estate, lavishly decorated and far larger than a single vampire truly required but Silas had amassed a small fortune throughout his many decades in this life, and he felt he deserved a little decadence now and again. And again. And again.
“An old friend,” Silas explained of Orin, initially vague before he elaborated. “Something of a gossip in local circles, always has one ear to the ground. I have always found Orin to be useful in more ways than one.” Their drinks appeared magically on the table before them, no doubt the frail waitress was too weak to successfully carry a drink tray to any of the tables without spilling everything on the floor. Silas pulled his hand back to his side of the table, only now recognizing that he was still touching the half-vampire. He picked up his glass and clinked it against Kit’s. “But don’t worry darling,” he said, putting on the act again with a taunting smirk as a shadowy figure emerged from a hallway at Kit’s six. “You’re still the one I’m going home with in the morning.”
He lifted his glass and sipped delicately; eyes locked on the half-human’s in front of him. A pair of attractive vampires laughed loudly as they sauntered down the entrance steps in Silas’ periphery, a young man between them who was very clearly not like the rest of the club’s occupants. He was very much human and appeared very, very inebriated. Yet another feeder but this one appeared to be new. Silas paid the women and their entrée no mind, instead choosing to focus on his date for the evening as the shadowy figure behind Kit grew closer.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Nov 23, 2019 4:41:17 GMT
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“It works on the right people,” Silas assured Kit, but he let the matter drop. Kit would need to do a better job of pretending not to loathe every second spent with his vampire companion if they were going to get through this evening unscathed.
Silas’ offer had gone unacknowledged, his hand remained extended until Kit’s withering look had passed him by. “Someone’s touchy,” he commented mostly to himself but quite certain those vampiric ears of Kit’s would pick up on the remark. They definitely had their work cut out for them tonight. As the mausoleum grew closer, Silas could hear the sounds of a party from within. He remembered affectlessly his times here and hoped that some of his former notoriety at the establishment would afford them a bit of gossip that might prove useful. Of course, the first step was getting in the place.
The door remained locked for Kit. Silas had already known that it would, and if tall, dark, and brooding hadn’t hurried on ahead of him, Kit would have been let in on that little detail. Nevertheless, Silas approached and reached for the stone door. The inscriptions glowed blue for a moment before the sound of stone on stone signaled the door was opening. Silas gave the door a helpful push, the sounds of the club becoming more pronounced, and smiled at Kit. He then linked his arm through the taller man’s arm and leaned in to whisper in Kit’s ear. “Remember our deal.” Silas had no idea whether this half-vampire of Albus’ had any experience in play-acting, but whatever skills the man did have were going to be put to the test in the next few moments.
Stepping into the mausoleum the darkness of the night had vanished, replaced with another sort of darkness, more purposeful and perhaps even seductive to the right crowd. Steps led down to a large room, with several other rooms and hallways connected like a small labyrinth under the cemetery. It had been some time since Silas had patronized this particular club, but he remembered well enough what took place in some of those other rooms. No doubt he would be steering his sullen companion away from those doors this evening. Instead, still linked to the attractive half-vampire, Silas glided toward the bar. He found them an unoccupied little cocktail table and sat, releasing Kit’s arm with a lovingly trailing hand. Silas pulled the second seat around to the same side of the table as his and patted the seat in invitation, giving Kit a seductive smile. “Sit, darling. I’ll order us something from the bar.” Silas raised a hand to catch the eye of the waitress; a young human, pallid and frail-looking, several pairs of puncture wounds in various stages of healing covering her neck, arms, and wrists, eyes glazed over as if in a trance. She was in a trance, otherwise she would have been screaming or sobbing, perhaps a bit of both. Blessfully, she was unaware of her surroundings and only conscious enough to be a half-decent waitress. Silas placed his hand on Kit’s and squeezed gently, willing him to disregard the poor girl and whatever fate lay before her. “Black Russian for me, and a Bloody Mary for my companion.” He was being cute now and was rather enjoying himself. Silas reached out and gently grabbed the girl by the arm before she turned away. She flinched. “I’ve been out of country for a while, but I’m looking for an old friend. Orin? Does he still come around?” She nodded slowly then walked away. Silas leaned back in his chair and observed the room, his hand still resting atop Kit’s.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Nov 22, 2019 18:28:42 GMT
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“Actually, I was just admiring your backside on my walk over.” Silas gave a naughty little smirk, putting on his act a little early but finding it not so much acting as he had expected. “I’d be happy to hold on to it for you. If you insist.” His assumption about his partner in crime appeared to be correct, though the half-vampire didn’t say as much. Silas caught the tightening of muscles and tensing of the man’s perfect jaw as he pondered aloud to the man’s hesitation. So, Dumbledore had aligned himself with at least one vampire hunter and paired him with the thing he hated most. They certainly had a difficult evening ahead of them.
Silas admired the young man’s physique as he straightened himself up, the obvious sounds of wood and metal shifting on the man. A wand. And…knives? If they were going to be in a vampire brawl tonight, knives would be of little help to the half-human but Silas wasn’t planning on fighting. They had sent to spy, and spies generally kept a rather low profile on a mission. He had no intention of letting the mortal start a quarrel that might derail their plans, and he had quickly determined a strategy that would successfully allow this half-vampire, former hunter to enter and exit the mausoleum unharmed. That is, if he could keep that brooding demeanor in check.
“Well, Albus has put us both in quite the situation, hasn’t he? You do not trust me not to kill you, and I, in turn, would be foolish to think you wouldn’t drive one of those daggers straight into my chest at the first chance. So, we’ll have to call a truce. I promise not to bite unless you ask me to, and you must promise to play along.” Silas’ expression turned smug, knowing the man had no choice but to accept if he didn’t want to let down Dumbledore. The charms that wizard held were supernatural, even for the wizarding world, and Silas was well aware that once you agreed to Albus Dumbedore’s terms, you weren’t likely to turn your back on the man unless you were exceedingly arrogant or exceedingly weak-willed. Kit seemed neither. “Shall we?” Silas extended a soft hand to the man as if he were helping a date from a carriage. His expression had turned seductive, yet again.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Nov 17, 2019 7:12:40 GMT
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“Ah, St. Jerome’s. My old stomping grounds.” Silas appeared as if from nowhere, standing at the half-vampire’s back. He’d taken a moment to admire his partner for the evening but with the man’s innate skills, anymore than a moment and he would have been found out. Stealthy as the vampire was, he was still flesh and, well, not so much his own blood these days but he had a presence in the physical world that even a creature of the night couldn’t mask completely. The soft crunch of grass underfoot or the hesitation of the wind beating against his back. Silas strutted around the tree, circling on the young half-vampire with a watchful eye. “Hesitant to go in? That is either because you’ve never been to a vampire club before, or, and judging from the strain of your muscles in those deliciously delicate fists of yours I’m guessing this is more the reason, you’ve been inside and are no longer welcome.” Albus was expectantly mum on the topic of his partner in crime’s history. Always keeping his cards close to his vest was Albus Dumbledore’s signature move, if you didn’t include that dance number from the days of big bands and jazz clubs. Regardless, what Silas knew of the eldest half-vampire sibling working with the Order was mostly conjecture and a little bit of intuition.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Aug 12, 2019 6:01:04 GMT
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Sunset in Godric’s Hollow was unlike any place else Silas had visited. With his flare for style and sparkle, most would assume the quaint little village was too slow for the vampire’s tastes but in actuality it reminded him of his human childhood and moreover, it reminded him of his sister. Ellara’s tree, along with her now decayed body, was in southern England on the family’s property – Silas still owned the land, but the house had long since fallen into disrepair with no one in the country to tend to it. That would have to change now that he was returned to Britain. How long he planned to stay in the tiny island country was still undetermined but while he was here there was no question where he would reside.
His sister, in her short four years of life, had adored days out with their parents when they could escape the humdrum of their peasant-like life and have a little adventure. Ellara’s favorite adventures often involved biscuits at a bakery that had long since closed its doors, and a few rounds of slides and swings at the local muggle park that had been torn down and rebuilt a number of times since. Silas strolled past the park with a whimsical look in his eye, remembering his sister’s laugh and the squeal she would make as she followed her big brother’s lead in leaping from the moving swing as it was high in the air. It was hard not to be sentimental about his youth, though the concept was relative now that he held the potential to outlive even his dearest friends. Albus had looked shockingly ancient to the vampire’s astute eyes, but wizards aged more rapidly than his kind. It was expected. It was a cold reminder of the man’s frailty and his purpose in returning to England.
The playground faded into a field which was soon dotted with headstones. The village cemetery. How very cliché of Silas to be wandering among the dead when he himself was no longer alive, though in death he had learned how to truly live. He carried on, heading into the center of the village where the businesses were turning on their lights and illuminating their signs to signal they were open to anyone not quite ready to turn in for the evening. It was early for the vampire, but muggles and wizards were finishing their days with a late tea at The Heart and Skull or a perhaps a quick treat sweet before bed for the little ones. A witch standing in front of an obviously dark shop caught Silas’ eye. “Mourning the loss of a favored shop or plotting the arrival of a new one?”
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Post by Silas Zhang on Aug 5, 2019 17:18:51 GMT
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The partygoers were quite a motley crew; the old and the young, the pretty and…well, prettier. Albus did have a knack for attracting the attractive. The wizard, in his heyday, was one of those attractive people himself. Though he was now wrinkled and weathered, Silas remembered well the dashing Albus Dumbledore of his youth. It was such a pity how the mortals were so very, well, mortal, but Dumbledore retained the youthful energy of a man half his age and easily kept the vampire on his toes. They had fought dark wizards side by side once upon a time, and Silas was here to offer his services once more. Admiring Albus’ new army was simply a pleasurable perk as they trotted past him, most not giving the vampire a second glance.
Most, but not all.
Tall, dark, and mystified caught Silas’ eye and apparently Silas caught his. This was the second half-vampire to leave Dumbledore’s festivities but the first was obtusely focused on his own thoughts and hadn’t noticed Silas studying him. This one however…
Brown eyes locked on to hazel ones as the muscular mystery man seemed to practically glide down the hall. Silas turned and watched the half-vamp disappear out the front door. His heart would have been racing had it pulsed even once in the last 70 years. “Who are you?” he pondered to himself as the door swung shut. “Albus certainly has good taste in men,” he said, again to himself, as he decided that he’d had enough of waiting.
Silas turned and headed down the hall toward the room where the fun was being had. He entered quietly as only a vampire could and scanned the room from the back wall. Another half-vampire, Albus had a type apparently, and a werewolf among the wizards and witches. Motley crew indeed. No sign of Albus but there was another doorway on the opposite wall and Silas continued on toward it. Pushing the door open without a knock, he saw his long time friend and smiled. “I hear you’re fighting a war without me, Albus. You know I can’t have that.” Stepping inside, Silas closed the door behind him to allow privacy from the rest of Dumbledore’s soldiers.
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Post by Silas Zhang on Aug 4, 2019 6:47:28 GMT
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It was still early, the sun wasn’t due to set for another hour, but they were in that hazy time of evening where everything had a magical glow about it. The shadows were long and easier to move through than earlier in the day, but Silas still had to be careful. He didn’t like being out in the daylight, aside from his little allergy that could result in his death, there were just so many more hoops to jump through in the day. At night things moved slower, it was easier to get around without being noticed. Silas was never an introverted person, but sometimes avoiding people was preferred. The darkness made that possible.
The house looked busy, lights on in several of the windows and shadowed figures moving around. There was no worry that passersby might suspect anyone of hosting a get together inside, the building was enchanted. Silas had been given the address, so he was privy to see what few others were able to bear witness to; Albus Dumbledore was having a party. That was poor timing, but Silas had come all the way from China and he wasn’t about to let a little tea party put a stopper on his plans. Merlin’s beard, he hoped the old coot was entertaining something as mundane as a tea party and he wasn’t about to walk in on an old wizard’s burlesque show.
Upon entering the familiar home, Silas was greeted by a house elf. “I need to speak to Albus,” he said frankly but the elf explained that the wizard was busy. “Tell him Silas wants a word,” he countered. “I’ll wait out here.” Sounds from the party could be heard from down the hall where Silas waited, but it didn’t sound like a very good party. He couldn’t make out what anyone was saying, but it was mostly talking and very little laughter or music. Would Silas have to teach the old man how to throw a rager when this madness with wizarding persecution was all said and done with? It seemed so. He pondered over Albus’ ability to get down and dirty with a few raucous dance moves and the right soundtrack as he waited in the hallway, people slowly beginning to trickle out and head down the hall towards him.
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