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walpurgis night

the walpurgisnacht meme

A gathering of witches, wizards, sorcerers, hags, and more — it's the night before spring finally comes, six months after All Hallow's Eve. There's magic in the air, and it's like wildfire.

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[Likely to be found lighting a bonfire amid the standing stones atop Sentinel Hill. Optional (feel free to ask): our boy might be performing his rituals sky-clad -- a tricky thing to do in New England, since spring can be chilly -- and since he's a Lovecraftian satyr, the sight of him will be a shock (rudimentary eyes on his hips, tentacles where the little Wilbur should be, goat legs, a three foot tail with a rudimentary mouth on the end).]

Edited 2015-04-30 18:12 (UTC)

[SUMMONER. Likely to be in the middle of calling up something. ota for shipping. crosscanon and assumed cr is welcomed.]

[Either a beginner wizard, or a nonmagical who stumbled upon the gathering. Assumed CR welcome!]

[ Handing out business cards, responding to summons, shaking babies and kissing hands. ]

[AU for this one. Definitely magical, whether she's a witch or a fae.]

[let's be real, she's probably the one trying to put an end to this party.]

[ ~~hunter.~~ witch. ]

Magician, spellcaster, superhero, wearer of fantastic top hats.

[Half-magical as she is, Asellus' Human half would much rather have spent tonight indoors. Unfortunately, the magic in the air-- palpable, thrumming, ripe for all kinds of mischief by those who might wish well or ill-- makes that impossible. It would be like falling asleep in shark-infested waters wearing floaty rings-- absolutely stupid. Besides, this is prime partying time; the bars are full to bursting with revelers, and the sound of song is in the air like a summer breeze. The people who can't feel the sizzle of magic in the atmosphere are celebrating in their own ways, with drinking and dancing and every kind of welcome to summer. The more dangerous things... Well, they're preparing for their own kind of party, Asellus is sure.

So she prepares for a long and wakeful night, watching the bonfires from a distance with a beer in one hand and a pocket full of spell components.

You know.

Just in case.]

Edited 2015-05-01 04:16 (UTC)

[And he can't say he's surprised, when he finds her. It hasn't exactly been a secret, after all, what she is. Not since the initial reveal. Nor is he truly surprised she's parked herself here - at least for now - instead of joining the party (whether he means human or the other, darker things lurking out there is up for debate).

He's not ignorant to what tonight is. There's no way he could be, being what he is, and doing what he does. Which is why he's not among the revelers in the bars, instead keeping a watchful eye to the dark, a gun resting heavily against his back under his jacket, a knife tucked in his boot. The rest he can improvise, if he needs to.]

Figured you'd be out living it up. [He hasn't, but it's better than pointing out the obvious, as he slips up beside her, eyes searching the dark beyond the bonfires.] Being that time of year and all.

The night's still young. This wallflower'll bloom eventually. [Of course he's here; she knows his footfalls well enough, no matter that she doesn't see him as often as she might ~~like~~ ~~expect~~ have before. And she knows the between-the-lines of his words, and while there are a few ways she could take them, not all of those ways complimentary, she just grins.] What about you? I can't imagine you letting all those pretty blonde girls drink their fill alone. May Day is tomorrow, you know. Isn't that all about women and phallic symbols or something?

[But there's slight tension in her frame; it's clear that she's on point, no matter how light and relaxed her tone is. She's been on guard more often than not, lately; even if the magic in the air is at a peak, it's been a rising tide for a long while and her wards have been less than useful.]

Heard any interesting rumors lately? Anything killing tourists? Any sacrificed virgins? You're always on the pulse of the rumor mill, aren't you?

[ Maybe he can finally find a proper pureblood wife! Oh, who is he kidding. He's done being picky. On the prowl. ]

Edited 2015-05-01 05:34 (UTC)

On this night, she knew she had a chance to develop some relationships with fellow Slytherins. Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly the nicest girl of the bunch and tended to say the nastiest things for no real reason. When she saw Rabastan, she widened her eyes and clapped her hands to herself.

"This should be fun." She commented to herself, taking no qualms in approaching Rabastan's side with her hands interlaced behind her back. The chocolate-haired girl leaned forward causing all her hair to fall over her shoulders and she smiled in his direction. "I thought your lot, didn't snub your noses with us. Where's the tosser of a brother?"

He hadn't even noticed her until she was right up on him, and he jumped a bit when she spoke.

Alecto Carrow. Not the highest of class status, that much he was sure, but then again, he wasn't exactly the most respected son. Rabastan was almost certain his parents had given up hope on him finding anyone of stature. The last two betrothed ladies had 'flown the coup' so to speak.

He was having trouble keeping his eyes above her chest, and he could practically hear his mother's voice piercing his brain that he was being inappropriate--her favourite nickname for him. Rabastan automatically assumed the question was directed at him, and she was referring to his brother.

"Fuck if I know. Burning something down, maybe?" Rabastan loved Rodolphus, but Rabastan usually kept to himself when Dolph was off with his friends. He had tried to tag along before, and wound up causing more problems than they were willing to handle. He could never quite control himself.

Then he remembered that she too had a sibling. Alecto. Rabastan never got on with other males all that well.

"And...yours? Again. Fuck if I know."

Edited 2015-05-01 13:30 (UTC)

[ 100% wizard. all AU (esp of the modern magic variety) or more-in-line-with-canon scenarios (wild apostate party in the woods? hunting blood mages? something something and dancing naked in the moonlight just to fit in?) are equally welcome. happy to set the scene, as well. ]

[An immortal ghoul, which gives him some supernatural abilities.]

(Can use magic and tell the future.}

[ Wizard specialising in conjuration; probably gravitating to other people's bonfires and/or inviting a few daedric spirits out to play on the mortal plane. Cross-canon and extra-planar gatecrashers welcome (if not, he will pretend they are)! ]

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