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Arrival Mingle

Who: Everyone.
What: The Chosen return or arrival in the City.
When: July 1st.
Where: The Districts of the City.
Anything Else? Feel free to make your own arrivals, or throw an arrival starter here! The party is open to all. As a reminder, language barriers are not an issue in the Tower.

The City hadn't changed at all in its time without the chosen. If anything, The City seemed a little dusty. The Chosen would find themselves waking in their assigned homes. Even if they were returning and had other homes. They would wake in their chosen home. For the most part, anyway, a few chosen had special ways of arriving.

The assigned housing varied depending on the district they were assigned according to their sin. However, everyone had a box, a welcome package awaiting them upon waking. Inside the box was an extra invitation inviting them to the tower if they so decided to come visit upon arrival.

The city was once again bustling with life. Cars, demons, and the people of the City moving as if time had never stopped. Business as usual for the returning Chosen.

The Tower

While it was not Aiden's district, he had talked the Duchess into opening up the ballroom, and Skiffell to provide food, that just didn't seem to end. The grand ballroom was filled with many delectable dishes, and a small band of demons playing big band music in the corner.

The doors were propped open with the music drifting out to help lull the chosen who decided to attend. A handwritten poster board outside the open doors displaying 'Welcome Chosen!' with about 10 smiley faces drawn on it. While normally parties at the tower demanded fancy dress, Aiden throwing a party meant that rule would not be abided. He didn't dig out the fancy threads for anyone. This was a different kind of party, put together by the lord of Leisurebrook.

While Aiden didn't plan to reveal himself as a magistrate, he did love to mingle with people and hear their stories. So he was there. He was napping at a round table off in a corner, his messy brown hair spilled over his crossed arms as he napped as if he didn't have a care in the world.

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Anything?

Shit, this guy was not forthcoming, considering the fact that he'd been levitating a buffet for kicks. Sam did her best to swallow her annoyance. It was funny that this place seemed to thinks he had a pride problem. Lately, she'd felt almost nothing but rage.

But even Sam, with her struggles and lack of emotional intelligence, was smart enough to understand projection.

She rolled her eyes. "Okay. Give me a list of the top five most useful potions you know how to make and how you make them."

"Well, what is useful really depends on the person who's making it and what they need, but some potions definitely have more practical uses than others. There's the one that changes a person's appearance into that of someone else. That one requires a bit of the person you want to turn into." Such as had unfortunately happened to Alastor Moody the year before. "There's the Draught of Peace, which relieves anxiety. That was a popular one at exam time. The truth-telling potion, which is colorless and odorless and therefore easy to slip to someone without them knowing." He'd never had reason to use it, but he knows that others have.

"There's one that regenerates lost bones, which is useful more times than you would think." Not only has he heard Harry's story, he spent seven years at a magical school himself. "The most useful, perhaps, at least for a friend of mine, is the one that alleviates the symptoms of lycanthropy."

Oh yes, not only is he a wizard, but he knows a werewolf, too.

"I couldn't make any of them without instructions though. They take several ingredients, added in a specific order."

Okay, that was more like it. Sam's mind raced, considering each possibility he mentioned.

The one that made you look like someone else sounded a little like Obfuscation. Which was a massive pain in the ass and something she wanted to avoid happening to her at all costs. She'd have to figure out a way around that later.

Draught of Peace? Eh, basic Lexapro. Nothing there.

Truth-telling? Yeah, that had potential to be useful, but she could also fall back on Dominate, if necessary. Not that she anticipated interrogating anyone any time soon. Ever again.

Regenerating lost bones...well, Sam had several questions about how someone lost a bone. But that had a lot of potential.

She nearly choked on that last one, though. Lycanthropy. Avery always suspected werewolves were as real as Mages. Fuck him for being right.

"Wow," she said taking a deep breath. "Congrats, dude. You just elevated yourself up to a higher level of interesting. You're gonna have to teach me that bone one."

The Ministry would shit a brick if they heard him talking about this with a Muggle, but the Ministry doesn't exist here, and he doesn't care what they think anyway. It had taken him about half a day to figure out that he doesn't need to hide his abilities here, so what does it matter if someone saw him using a levitation charm or is asking him about potions?

"I couldn't make it without instructions, and even if I had them, there's no guarantee that I could find all of the ingredients."

"Still seems worth a try, though." That was the whole point of science, after all. Experimentation. If it worked, you had a way to help people. If it didn't work, you had a smelly soup.

At least, that's how Sam liked to think of science.

That mindset typically involved trying to forget and/or ignore all of the evil science her bio parents had done. Fortunately, she was fucking fabulous at compartmentalizing.

Sometimes.

Kind of.

"Getting the wrong ingredients in the wrong order is how people end up maimed. Or dead." And that's not something he's risking, no matter how interested she is in experimenting. "Or the potion could end up doing nothing at all."

"Maimed or dead?"

Did these people not know how to test things? Or was magic just that fucked up? Either way, Sam's eyebrows disappeared beneath the blue fringe of her wig. She was reaching her limit on...something.

Patience, probably. She'd never been very good with patience.

"Okay...then..."

"There's a reason that we go to school to learn how to use magic." Unfortunately sometimes the students at that school spend less time learning how to use magic properly and more time learning how to cause harm on purpose.

"Well, if you could teach those things here, I'm just saying, you'd probably make bank."

Of course, in order to teach how to do something, you had to actually know how to do it. And Sirius didn't seem...oh, fuck her...he didn't seem seriously interested in the potions.

Damn it, she was inventing a drinking game of his name already?

Good thing she couldn't get drunk.

"Probably." He'll keep it in mind for the future, maybe, but he's not putting a lot of stock in his ability to find potion ingredients here. "That's all I could teach though, because magic is an ability you're born with."

"Figures."

Some people were special. Some people were just trash. And then there were the Kindred, who somehow managed to be both special and trash at the same time. And Sam was already trash, so that made her double trash.

Without even getting into her parentage.

Fucking shit, she was going to spiral, at this rate. And probably take it out on Sirius's face, if she wasn't careful.

"Well. Not born with it so. I guess I'll just...stop asking."

"I didn't say you had to stop asking." He doesn't mind talking about magic. It's something familiar, even if he's not terribly nostalgic for wizarding London. He's just glad to be talking to someone, and that he can talk about it to someone who's not Regulus.

Besides, while he knows more about the Muggle world than most purebloods do thanks to his friendship with Lily, there's still plenty he could learn from her in return.

Sam shrugged. "Not a deal."

Kind of was a deal. Her vision was beginning to tinge red around the edges. Sam was temperamental. She knew it. The fucking City didn't seem to be as aware of it, but whatever.

All she knew was she was done pulling teeth.

It was safer that way. For both their sakes.

"Again, not born with it."

"That doesn't mean you can't ask about it." Truthfully he's enjoying this conversation. As unpleasant as his situation in London is currently, it's still a world that is familiar to him. He knows something of the Muggle world, but is much more comfortable in situations involving magic. Or, in this case, conversations involving it.

The problem was, Sam wasn't so great at knowledge for knowledge's sake. Which was probably why she'd been shit in her social studies classes. Sam liked to apply the things she knew. She derived an immense satisfaction in taking an idea and bringing it to life with her hands.

The idea that this was a wall she couldn't get around...it bothered her. It fucking bothered her a lot. And while she was 'man enough' to admit it to herself, she wasn't going to get into her personal damage with a stranger who was teetering on the edge of interesting and frustrating.

Fuck, she was screwed up.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said, flashing him an absent finger gun. "It's been...interesting, Sirius."

What had been reminiscent of a conversation with Remus, who absorbed any information that came his way, has turned into more of a conversation involving him or James, who only had absorbed information that interested them. So he can't really fault her for wanting to move on. There will be other people at the party to talk to.

"I'm sure I'll see you around."

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