McHaggis

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Alistair's arm had been halfway up to block the weird vampire's attack, even if the attempt would have sacrificed a perfectly good suit, but it seemed his family beat him to it. A perk of being the head of Clan Blackmoore – needing to act in self-defense was a thing of the ancient past.

Alexander became a name to remember, he thought to himself, as did Emilia. It seemed she did know who he was. “Well said, my friends,” Alistair ended up saying, fiddling with the collar of his shirt nonchalantly, even as the two Blackmoore vampires were poised to attack. “And they call me a barbarian. Perhaps it is your Kingston vampires who ought to learn self-restraint.”

“Mira, I suggest that you leave – peacefully – with those wild dogs, and maybe consider speaking a little louder, yes? They might not subvert your authority so much, then,” he smiled, all fangs. “Though if you're in the neighbourhood, feel free to drop in for a drink. I might even buy in some of that frozen pish for you.” Alistair ended with a cackle, drawing his sword lethargically. Maybe if he was a better person, he would have given Alexander and Emilia an order to stand down but... no harm in it, considering the Kingstons attacked first.

To the oldest vampire, he simply said, "What a hypocrite you are. It seems it was your family who 'resorted to violence' before we ever did. No matter, though; if you misplace a single hair on any of my family's heads you will see the strength that made me the head of Clan Blackmoore." He had taken on his grandmother, one of the most prolific sires in all of Iron Age Europe, in single combat and won. Age meant nothing with both parties having centuries of war under their belt – it was down to luck and skill.

The Underwood Society [McHaggis & Invader Len]

Ronan shrugged as Miss Williams signed her name with – in his mind – foolish haste and resolved himself to watching the ink of the signature glimmer from black to green, then back to its normal, inert state. That was the magic of the Underwood Society, he supposed; his own had turned gold, and he never even questioned it. Closing the ledger and ensuring that the strap around it was tightened so no loose pages could escape, he only caught a glimpse of Harley's rather... baffling expression – was she upset?

Women.

“Oh, there is no doubt in my mind that evolution is what brought us here, today,” Ronan said, flipping open a pocket watch with one hand to check the time and rifling through the ancient box with the other. “I am not so naïve nor am I religious to completely discount science; however– ouch, broken glass–,“ he cut himself off as by accident, his fingers brushed across something sharp and painful. “However, I have seen things, met things beyond human understanding; things that cannot be explained by science. Though you are welcome to try.”

“Consider this,” he said, withdrawing a long sliver of smooth wood – rowan – which seemed older than the box itself. Symbols, Celtic ones, were carved into it with all the finesse of a small child, wounds on the apparent wand. Ronan knew he wasn't the most sensitive of folks but even he could feel the tingle of electricity that ran up his arm and to some warm centre near his heart. He gracelessly tossed it to Harley with a boyish grin on his face. “I would call you a liar, if you say you can't feel anything from that.”

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“I didn't know you surrounded by those who think you unable to speak for yourself, Miss Kingston,” Alistair said dryly, rolling his eyes. Although the head of Clan Blackmoore knew he was younger than the man, it didn't mean anything to him – he had chewed and scratched his way up the ranks of his own family, through leaders millennia older than him. Being cowardly didn't spark a change in the world. “An attack dog should go and bark somewhere else while its master is speaking.” He bared his teeth at the older vampire.

Peeling off his gloves, just in case, Alistair gave a toothy grin at Mira – not impolitely. “I'm glad you're here on peaceful business, since I have stuff to do, but your family's presence in the Tortuga is making my own... restless.” He folded his hands behind his back, turning to face Emilia even while he still spoke to the Kingston vampires. “I'm sure yours is feeling the same, however, I advise you to put a leash on it. A vampire war in this age of technology would be just what our kind needs to get ourselves exterminated – and dealing with exposures is my business.”

Peering at Emilia, who seemed to have a change of heart (though was still unbearably rude), he said rather patronisingly, “After this diplomatic matter has been dealt with and our guests are safely out of our territory, we're going for a bite to eat and then a little... after-dinner entertainment, but that last bit's a secret.

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Makarov's post is brill :3

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It did seem like that! Gonna wait for Kidd's response before Alistair's sarcastic reply xD

The Northwood Academy of Excellence

Jamie is an athlete too.

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Do not kill women or children, do not kill women or children. Alistair's smile turned profoundly false as the girl – supposedly one of his own family – stood and turned without a word. “How... disrespectful,” he said to Emilia when she ran over to Trixy, prompting him to run a hand through his own hair in exasperation. Sniffing the air, he frowned. Kingstons? Where? “Unfortunately I have more pressing matters to attend to than to chastise a little girl.”

Alistair picked out the leader, Mira, easily, meandering over to her through the sparse crowd. “So, I wonder what your little family could want from Tortuga – we have a strict no-fighting policy here, y'know,” he started cheerfully, readying his sarcasm. “I don't suppose you're finally converting to the traditional ways of our kind?”

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Gonna wait for Paige and the others before I reply at the Tortuga, I guess.

Forsaken Children of War (Kirah and McHaggis)

Siobhan shot Kyle a discreet thumbs up under the disguise of putting her wand behind her ear as she finished bottling her merely above-average potion. Her friend would have to rush, she knew, and couldn't work with so many distractions. Instead, she surveyed the class, waiting as Yvette went up to take their result to Slughorn.

Trisha had poured hers into a glass bottle and left it lying. Left it lying, Siobhan thought, vulnerable for any... pranks. Taking her wand, she carefully cast a wingardium leviosa at a mysterious herb she found at the bottom of her Potions kit, slowly and silently feeding it through the open container where the other girl had forgot to put a stopper. Siobhan felt like cackling -- it went a frothing, bubbling black colour and when Trisha noticed it, she screeched in surprise.

Obviously it wasn't Kyle who was busy. It wasn't the Slytherins or the other Gryffindors, as they had all gone up in pairs to present their potion... Immediately, Trisha marched up to Slughorn with a complaint about Siobhan on her tongue, saying that she had "ruined their potion" and "was evil". Siobhan watched as the portly professor tried to placate the first year girl and stay on the MacFusty clan's good side. Heh.

All in a day's work.

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We're here in Tortuga now, Myst! Finally :D