Careful What You Wish For (OPEN)

[Guest]

Krios was overly excited to get out of the office as the weekend loomed ahead of him. Government offices would be closed for two days and he had many things he wish to do. He had a slave girl chained up at home that he had to feed, a gardener to skewer and a neighbor to disembowel. Oh yes he couldn't wait to head home and set too work, walking down the narrow alleyways he spun on his heal and decided he wanted alcohol. Striding into the first bar he found the minister ruffled his hair and slid out of his tailored suit jacket, hanging them neatly on a peg by the door along with the hat that covered his vibrant red hair. 

Twirling on his heal the man sauntered over to the bar and slid into an old beaten up chair imediately ordering six shots of fire whiskey.

[Medusa Savage]

Medusa had left Hogwarts for a while to run some errands and as always ended up in one of the many dingy pubs in Knockturn Alley. Most people tried to avoid these places like the plaque, especially everyone who was not under Voldemort’s command, but she had always enjoyed the company of the dark side of society and not all of them were purely evil as she had found out.

Sipping on her Scotch, she watched curiously as a sophisticated looking man stepped into the bar, standing out like a king amongst beggars with his tailored suit and fashionable appearance. It was always interesting what kind of people one could find here, she thought and knocked back her drink, ordering a new one just as the man joined her at the bar. Just now, Medusa recognized exactly who she was facing. The new minister of magic, how grand. “Either you had a very bad day, or you’re getting in the right mood for a party … “ she commented in a silken voice, glancing at the six drinks he had orderer.

[Mairon Avery]

Watching the Minister step into a tavern Mairon smirked and reached into his pocket taking out his phone and dialling the number of a connection, "I need ten men, now, Knockturn Alley, you have ten minutes, starting now," he quickly ended the call afterwards slipping the phone into his pocket, waiting for ten darned minutes that took an eternity to pass. The men soon apparated in front of Mairon, which made the man smirk, a grin that went from ear to ear. "Good. Into the tavern you go. Task? Kill the minister," he chuckled and the leader of the men nodded and they dispersed running inside the establishment to do their job.

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