the history of magic meme

[1castle4houses]

welcome to AU hell

RULES;

1. tag in
2. tag around!
3. mix and match - pick a setting from the first column and an AU from the second column (or use RNG if you like to live on edge -- there's 10 prompts per column)
4. have fun

HINTS;

We welcome and encourage all OCs. Add a little blurb about your character so other players have an idea what to play with, and feel free to add your preferences and permissions.
Ship, don't ship; make out, don't make out - all is fair game.

PROMPTS;

Setting	AU
1. Ancient	a. Soldiers on the same side
2. Middle Ages	b. Arranged marriage
3. 1600s	c. Great new discovery
4. 1700s	d. Childhood friends
5. 1800s	e. Met on the road
6. 1900s	f. Rags and riches
7. Roaring 20s	g. Members of two feuding houses
8. 1940s	h. It's all about the art
9. 1970s	i. Co-conspirators
10. WILDCARD	j. WILDCARD

Comments

chefkiss

[slytherout]

If asked he could easily fire off the names of a dozen of his old housemates from school that would bristle at the boom and jangle of alcohol-infused merriment that exuded out of every square inch of Devil Came Knocking, but Aldric felt quite differently about the gin joint. All the noise, the diversion, the drinks, provided a more than suitable distraction from things he detested - like conversation. He was good at remaining aloof, adept at providing noncommittal, ambiguous remarks about nearly every subject that might get thrown his way. He knew how to be charming, how to grin and flatter and get his way when he needed to or derail a discussion that got too close to the things he didn't want to talk about, but Merlin if he could just not have to do that, even for a night? It'd be a nice break.

And while nothing loosened a tongue up quite like a couple of stiff drinks, it also made people forgetful - and Aldric thought those odds worked well, as long as he didn't forget himself, of course.

So when the speakeasy's proprietor looped an arm through his as soon as he headed through the door and had his coat taken, he was surprised - but he still liked his odds. "That you Mae?" The accent was always a little hard to place - European boarding school with a dash of all the years stuck in the United Kingdom, tempered with the silk of being a well-bred young wizard popular in refined social circles. He always managed to sound like he knew what he was talking about, something Aldric leaned on heavily to get him through conversations tap-dancing around the topics he knew his purist friends were always keen to discuss.

"Been a while, hasn't it?" They hadn't spent that much time together in school, but he remembered her well enough for small talk. "I heard this was your party. Impressive. I bet you're raking it in." He knew half the Ministry would drink their weight in vodka if they got the chance, and they'd certainly turn a blind eye to be able to keep at it. Something he was sure Mae was relying on.

"Gin, if you please." Aldric looked out over the room before turning his attentions back to Mae, tilting his head as if to silently indicate she ought to lead on.

and the slytherin hufflepuff friendship we deserve

[brobeforehos]

"Top shelf, dear, if you please," she calls out to the bartender. Aldric has never been the chatty type - maybe it was a requirement to being Sorted into Slytherin to master brooding like an art, and the smirking too, of course - so by the time he's made his mind up on his poison, she's already maneuvred them to the elegant bar, where two stools are free as if they're seats of honour.

"You know wizards, they love playing around with the forbidden," she finally says, with a delicate flick of her wrist. "So tell me, did you get my invite or was it word of mouth? Or perhaps you got lost, and wandered down the path to temptation and sin." Or whiskey and gin.

[slytherout]

"Nobody wanders towards temptation and sin Mae, it's where all roads lead," the corner of his mouth quirked in a little smirk as he watched her out of the corner of his eye, the picture of casual charm. It was an image he could pull together easily, and it suited the nightclub as well as it had suited the corridors of Hogwarts where he'd comfortable existed on the periphery of that gang of Slytherin nobody especially liked, all of which he was glad not to have to see anymore.

"Did you send an invitation?" He turned his head to smile at her fully, his eyebrows lifting in playful skepticism. "I'm just here for a martini Mae, but," Aldric's chin tilted down as he continued to regard her with that amused expression on his face. "Never a complaint in the world where your company's concerned."

[brobeforehos]

"Of course I did, you were always a very tolerable snake with deep pockets," she answers, with an amused little smirk. Cunning was not solely restricted to the Slytherin house, but she does enjoy surprising them with the audacity. And Aldric had been more than just tolerable - he'd been almost decent.

Looking back at it now, Mae is almost tempted to believe that maybe there is more to Aldric Emberford than met the eye in school. That perhaps the aloofness and the delicate dance with diplomacy he had all covered something else. A person she could like.

For now, he's one she'd like to buy a drink for. "You're such a flatterer." A pause, during which she surveys the establishment, the dancing happening in the centre of the room, the jazz band in crescendo. Damn, she plans a good party. "You know, some people like to run at temptation and sin. Throw themselves at both." Right on cue, the bartender deposits two drinks in front of them, and she raises her glass to toast.

"To Gryffindors, then?"

[slytherout]

"Trying to get a tour of the family castle?" Aldric smirked at the mention of his deep pockets and lolled his head in her direction, smiling smoothly. "All you had to do was ask, but the gin does help pad your case." Great Uncle Gustav would be tickled pink about the visit, anyway.

Following her as she turns to survey her brilliant party, Aldric let his gaze sweep the room, settling easily against the bar with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, quietly enjoying himself.

"What about you? A turnout like this has got to have you moving up in the world. Am I going to see you at the next big garden party?" He wished. Now that he was older Aldric went to those kinds of things only when he'd been unlucky enough to cross paths with one of his parents and they had made him, all while asking him why he didn't have a wife yet to get him to agree faster. They knew he didn't like talking to them, and while once they might have been a time those fences could be mended, now they leveraged how much he loathed dealing with them like a bargaining chip. Company like Mae's at that sort of thing would have been a very refreshing change.

[brobeforehos]

"Assuming I'll ever be invited," she points out with an easy smile, one that betrays nothing. "You know daddy dearest is loathe to actually see us out in polite society."

Her father, the absolute cunt of a man, a pureblood wizard who married a muggle and produced two offspring with her before deciding that a mixed family was all too much for him to deal with, and high tailed it out of Exeter faster than you could say obliviate. She knows he never thought his children would be magical as well, because when Mae had marched into his manor age 14 and told him who she was, he'd looked as stunned as his perfect second wife.

He has done nothing for her and Jamie than give them hush money, to stay out of his way, to let him climb back into the social graces of wizarding aristocracy, to let him deny them, ignore them.

Well, this is where Mae's money went. A gaudy, loud club that will draw his attention and make him have a perpetual headache. Forever and ever amen. "But if it's impolite society, I might come."