Halloween Dance in the Three Broomsticks

A ghost was all set up by the counter, there were no tables crowding the small pub anymore, instead a dance floor was laid out, and music blared from the door. Music can be heard from outside, laughter, and jokes, happiness and fear. The perfect celebration. The DJ is all set up, Music blares from the large speakers up front.

The Ghost had been prepared for this for days. A former Death Eater, he stared with blank eyes at the crowd as the music blared, taking requests every so often from the more daring of the crowd. The entirety of Hogsmeade had thrown itself into the festivities, you could go from one form of music, to just creepy sound effects, to the music blaring from the pub. He was actually enjoying himself, but so far people were still making their way into the pub for a butterbeer, and a good dance.

Halloween was never going to be a festivity that Elijah would ever be willing to partake in. Yet, despite this, he still found himself taking the brisk walk down to the Three Broomsticks with a bunch of other excitable Slytherins all looking for a quick shag and an interesting way to spend their evening. Elijah wasn’t anticipating the endless curves his grasp would envelope; in fact, uncharacteristically, sex was the farthest thing from his mind. Licking his lips he dug his hands further into the pockets of the coal coloured coat he’d been instructed to wear by one of the girls that were going to the party. They wanted his company, seemingly only for the money he was bound to spend -- and spend it he did. First he dolled out what they needed to get their hair done, secondly for the make up and finally they bundled each other into the Three Broomsticks where Elijah bought them drinks and finally managed to detach himself.

Dumping himself down into a booth with a bottle of Firewhisky, Elijah let out a heavy sigh. He allowed a small to graze his lips for a moment as his fingers smoothed across the body of the bottle and he leaned forward, planting it down on the table before shrugging off his coat. He was then that he took a moment to drag his eyes across the pub that he was used to seeing crowed; though, mind you, not this crowded. Shaking his head, he hummed quietly to himself, mirroring the sound of the song playing, and poured himself a glass of Firewhisky. He did this absent-mindedly, taking his eyes across the pub as he did so. He set the bottle back down and picked up the glass once more before bringing it to his lips. With his spare hand, he raked his hand through his hair and shook his head before resigning himself to the fact he would be drinking himself through the unpleasant experience of Halloween.

“Bottoms up,” he murmured to himself before tipping his head back and swallowing the drink.

Sex...

It was on everyone's mind this evening, and most of all Cilla's. Sure, she had just broken up with her dumbass boyfriend who needed to learn to speak up, and sure she was supposed to be acting like a lovesick puppy, who was all upset that her boyfriend 'hit' her, when in reality all she had done was hit herself a few times and blamed it on him. He wasn't saying anything because he was confused as to her motives. It was obvious to both of them that he had never hit her, or even touched her roughly, but she said he had, and everyone believed her, end of story.

But it was Halloween! Halloween, the night they were allowed to go out and scare the crap out of each other. The night people ended up missing because they were off shagging in the forest, or got eaten by Werewolves, the night that Cilla was acting like a total downer, like she was expected to, but she had a plan, and that plan revolved around getting laid. To who, she didn't give a damn, but she was getting laid tonight.

Cilla made it into the Three Broomsticks and saw a bunch of other Slytherins, all dressed up. She hadn't involved herself with that group, mostly because Tobias was in it, and he stared at her from across the dance floor with wide eyes. She looked stunning actually that evening. Her hair was all curled and hanging around her head, her makeup was subtle, but brilliant, she wasn't dressed in costume, just dressed nicely. Cilla sighed and looked around the room, people glanced at her, and someone gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. They were avoiding Tobias, and she knew why, it made her want to grin.

Cilla looked around the room for a long moment, picking and choosing, when suddenly she saw what may have been her most evil plan yet. Elijah Krum sat by himself, drinking, looking thoroughly miserable, and she couldn't help but let a smile break out across her face as she flaunted towards him, and sat right next to him in the booth. "Mind if I sit here Elijah?" She asked, glancing around as though not wanting to be seen, though it was obvious the people in the room HAD seen her, and were staring, but she pretended not to notice. "I'm trying to hide from my ex... he seems to think it's okay to talk to me, and I'm sorry! I'm interrupting... I'll find another hiding spot!" She said staring wide eyed at Elijah, moving to stand up.

The bass of the music was thud that seemed to shake everything in the room. The bodies gyrating against each other, moving to the same bass sound dried Elijah’s throat. His eyes widened and he unconsciously wetted his lips, swallowing another mouthful of whisky in order to settle himself. He realised with a jolt that he’d gone without for rather a long time. The experiences he’d had hadn’t left him with much of an appetite for sex and so he openly watched as fingers wandered and bodies came tantalising close to one another, sometimes grinding just that little bit too close - to the point where a lustful collision was made between the two people. His fingers continued their caress of the glass in his grasp and his fixation with the dancing grew to each tap of his foot against the support of the table before him; and so with a heavy sigh, the Slytherin took another swig of Firewhisky before reaching forward and topping up the glass with another few fingers of the amber liquid.

The burn of the whisky was enough to distract Elijah from the heat radiating off of the fake blood-clad people out on the makeshift dance floor. He chuckled and shook his head, leaning forward to place his arms on the table as he swirled the whisky idly in the glass in his grasp. It was at the feel of another person that Elijah looked around, meeting the blue-y hue that was the excitable gaze of Pricilla Cuffe. Instinctively, Elijah began to size the woman up, his painter’s eye taking in her body and observing her assets before dragging back up her body to her eyes. Elijah smirked and shook his head before putting his glass down onto the table and nudging it towards Pricilla. He cleared his throat and tugged idly on a loose bit of thread at his cuff, rolling words around in his mind before uttering,

“Not a problem.”

And really, it wasn’t. Company didn’t come in a much better package than Pricilla Cuffe - and a newly single one at that. Still, Elijah wasn’t particularly interested. He could feign interest though; and he did. Elijah tossed his arm over the back of the booth and reached into his pocket for a packet of cigarettes he’d pushed into the jeans before heading out. Elijah tossed them in Pricilla’s direction and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Sit,” he instructed, “stay, drink. What d’you mean ex? I thought you were with that Rosier bloke?”

Cilla couldn't help but shiver as his eyes raked her body, she knew he was a painter, and a good one at that.. and he was automatically looking her over. She shifted just slightly to let him get a better view, and stayed there as his eyes moved back up to hers. She turned her head to the side slightly when he spoke, and she couldn't help but grin. "Why thank you so much.. I really do appreciate it! I mean... I'd hate to interrupt you... You didn't seem to busy, that's why I came and sat down!" She said leaning towards him, making sure he got a perfect view down her front.

Taking the cigarettes, she pulled one out, lit it with her wand and inhaled gladly. It had been far to long since her last one. Seeing as they had been taken away from the students, and how he still had them she had no idea. "Thank god... I've been dying for this." She said pulling the cigarette to her lips and puffing out a huge ball of smoke. "Thank you... and yes.. my ex... he.. well we broke up is all." She said avoiding his gaze.

She reached out and picked up the bottle he had pushed at her, moving closer and taking a swig, sighing and placing it back down, wiping her lips and leaning back against his arm. "He's around here somewhere, I saw him.. but.. I can't go near him.. so I was trying to hide.. I was thinking about leaving and just hiding out somewhere for the rest of the night so I don't run into him to be honest... I just don't want to see him again.." Cilla's hand immediately went to her arm, where there was just visible, a bruise, which by carefully producing a spell, Cilla had made look exactly like Tobias's hand print. But she didn't actually say that, but it was obvious when she ran her fingers over the still tender skin.

Not a day went past when something wasn’t mentioned about the seventh year Slytherin girls that were so precious to the boys that followed behind their robe tails. Elijah had never really paid much attention. He hadn’t grown up with the Cuffes or the Goyles or the Malfoys like the Rosiers and the Rookwoods and the Yaxleys had. They were Death Eater families. Elijah’s family may well have been as good as but he hadn’t been surrounded by them as a child and so he was forever finding himself in awe of the people so militant, so regimented, that it seemed as if they hardly had room to breathe. The Goyle heir, female though she was, was evidence enough of that. Pricilla was ditsy for all of them and the boys that followed the girls without little thought to doing much else were the ones that were sure to marry both girls. Elijah was weary of these women. He was weary of Mira, also, who was bound to end up back in his arms once she’d learned the error of her ways. One thing he was scared of though, was the idea that perhaps he’d beat her to it this time...and beg for her forgiveness himself.

Elijah’s eyes dropped instinctively to Pricilla’s chest but he hastily averted them, for fear that she was a little feistier than he remembered. Elijah swallowed and ran a hand through his hair before giving Pricilla a wry smile. “I’m glad I managed to flag you down then,” he responded as a gentle smirk licked its way across his lips. “I’d hate to see you go to waste - especially on Halloween.” Elijah watched as Pricilla lit the cigarette and he took the bottle back eagerly once she’d taken her swig. He then filled his glass and held the bottle out for her to take, using that same hand to pick up the glass once she had done so. “Broke up, eh? Well, shit happens I suppose.” Elijah shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in the booth, lighting his own cigarette as he did so.

The Slytherin took an ash tray off of the table and kicked his legs up onto the space where it was. He then cradled the ash tray against his chest and began to lose himself in thought, his eyes fixed on the pattern of his trousers. It was only when Pricilla spoke that he looked up. “Go kiss and make up already,” he commented idly.

Pricilla made sure that her cleavage was even more available for him to see as his eyes flitted down to it. When he spoke though, she grinned. "Yes... very lucky for me huh?" She said smiling at him and flicking her hair over her shoulder. "I mean... I get to talk to THE Elijah Krum, I mean.. sure I see you a lot in the common room, but you barely ever talk to me!" She said pouting, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. She put the cigarette to her lips, and tried to make the simple movement as seductive as possible. Her mind was on anything but Tobias at the moment.

She looked at him and looked shocked. "I cannot! I mean... He did things... things that no one can.... he hurt me Elijah Krum! He hurt me!" She said leaning towards him. "I cannot be with that... that boy! I just can't, it has hurt my family so badly, but... I refuse to be with a man who hurts me like that.. I may be a Pureblood.. but I will not let them push me around." She said puffing out her chest and frowning, feeling her heart pounding slightly. "Elijah.. don't you miss dating? How do you do it?" She asked, and her hand went to his chest, touching his heart. "It's like... pain right here." She said, touching his chest, pressing her own against his side, staring up into his eyes. It was pathetic, how much she was flirting, but.. she needed it, so much.. and it was to much fun.