[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Dorado Schmitz[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=gray]"Doradooo!"

The voice cut through his thoughts, interrupting the surreal nonsense of his dreams. It sounds familiar but not quite right. It was someone forcing a deep voice into a higher pitch?

"Dorado! We need you, golden boy! Come show us what terrible people we all are!" 

Dor groaned, recognizing Evan's voice at last. It was too early. He should not need to get up right now. No, he actually didn't need to get up right now. "Go away Evan... I've got one day of sleeping in left and I don't wanna waste it." Without opening his eyes, he turned away from the voice, pulling a blanket over his head. He heard a low chuckle and mutter. The next thing he knew, there was bright flash and a pop. His blankets flew across the small room, and he was thrown to the floor. The blinds rocketed upwards and Dor was left on the floor, facing the ceiling with sunlight streaming in through the window onto his face. He groaned once more as Evan burst into laughter, wand gripped in one hand, his other hand clutching his stomach. His guffaws were interrupted by a loud belch, which only made him resume laughing even more forcefully. 

Dor sighed, then rubbed his eyes as he stood up off the floor. "You better hope-" Dor's own speech was interrupted by a burp of his own, which of course set Evan off again. He had a tendency to have overly long and exaggerated fits of laughter. Dor couldn't help but laugh himself. "Damn, how much of that stuff did we have?" The previous day had marked the pickup of the final returning member of Good's Quidditch team, and so they had put together a Quidditch pong tournament. A combination of the Muggle game of beer pong and Quidditch, it was immensely complicated and a lot of fun. Of course all members of the Quidditch team were respectful, well-behaving, rule-abiding students, and even if they did manage to get any beer they'd never make it available to the younger members of the team. Instead, they used a non-alcoholic but fun substitute chosen by the previous year's winner.  It had made for an uproarious night. Of course they'd had so much of that unholy combination that Dor expected the effects to linger most of the day. 

Evan was a friend of Dor's in Good and his teammate. Short and stocky, the seventh year made for an excellent Beater. He was a Muggleborn wizard, but had grasped American wizard culture faster than anyone else Dor had ever met. The two had instantly hit it off when Evan helped Dor find a classroom in his first year, finding they had many common interests. When Dor got on the Quidditch team it only solidified their friendship. 

"Anyway, we just picked up Florida," Evan said once they had both stopped laughing. "Tomb's already getting filled up... There'll probably be food soon. It's the last day and night with our own rooms. Don't let it go to waaaste." He sang with a knowing smile. The boy gave a him a wink then slipped out the door, presumably headed down to the tomb.

Dor was left in his room, and in the sudden quiet he could make out the sounds of the Pegerine and the people in it. He could vaguely make out the muffled voices of Mercury and Pluto coming out of a speaker a few rooms over. He stretched his arms once more. Despite his earlier protests, now that he was awake he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep if he tried. A small burp escaped his lips as he got up and shuffled into the bathroom. 

A short time later, Dor made his way down the stairs. He wore a pair of jean and a light button up shirt. Rather than deal with the mess that was his hair he'd put on his lucky hat, bearing the logo of the Tucson Dust Devils. He couldn't deny his hair could use a trim, much like his father had said. Still, after having cut nearly all of it off at the beginning of the summer, it was nice to have it back.

Dor strolled into the room and made his way to the bar, waving and nodding at various acquaintances. Strangely, Evan was nowhere to be found. [i]Probably up to one of his tricks...[/i] Dor didn't talk to anyone for too long as he was honestly just trying to get something at the bar that might mitigate the burping. He explained his situation to the bartender. She rolled her eyes and turned around to pour him some tea out of what looked like a red thermos muttering about stupid kids and their games. Thanking her, Dor turned on his stool to face the room. He took a sip of the drink and found it sickeningly sweet. His attention was drawn to the trio of girls also at the bar next to him. It seemed Cassandre was upset about something so he did his best to awkwardly ignore the group while he finished his drink.

Unfortunately, as he'd learned over the years, it was nearly impossible to ignore Cassandre. So naturally, he kept glancing over at the three Tituba girls. He had just finished his drink and handed the cup to the bartender when it seemed they'd put aside personal issues. 

"Well I'm glad to see the three of you made it back safely this year," he said, leaning over across the empty bar stools between them. "I hope that means another year of tunes that move the body and lyrics that leave the teachers speechless." A small laugh escaped his lips. "Should be a fun year, huh?" he asked as he moved one seat closer. Leaning that far was pretty uncomfortable. Looking at Echo, he added, "Especially when Good takes the Quidditch Cup."[/color]