Allies (Vlad)

[Augustus Rookwood]

It annoyed Augustus that he had to avoid The Rusty Nail, which was generally his bar of choice. They made better drinks, stronger drinks, and on days like today, he needed a strong drink. He chose The Hog's Head for this reason... well, that and the general lack of students help.

Staying at the school for this ridiculous tournament was getting on his nerves, though Augustus was hardly the man to show it. To everyone, even those who knew him better than most, he was the epitome of cool and collected, and nothing phased him. But for Salazar's sake, he would not miss all those students running around when this was all over.

Part of him hoped it ended bloody. His stay at the school, he meant. But he couldn't be the one to cause the kind of distruction. He would just open the doors to make it possible. No, so far, no one suspected him of being a death eater, or being alligned with the dark lord or anything, and being the head of a department at the ministry, as well as a judge at the school... well, it made a lot of things possible.

He slammed back the rest of his firewhiskey, waiting for Vlad to show up. He wouldn't really consider his fellow death eater a friend, but he was about as close as anyone had come to being Augustus' friend, and every so often, they would share thoughts over a strong drink together.

[Vladislav Voronov]

It had been an exhausting day. He had spent the majority of the afternoon conferring with the Soviet Union’s minister of magic, not a pleasant man, by most standards. Vladislav was in need of a strong drink and more appealing conversation. Rookwood and himself had arranged a meeting here at the hog’s head tonight. Their meetings always involved some strong drink and interesting conversation; Vladislav would have to go as far as to say he actually enjoyed these reunions.

Swinging open the door to the rather dark and dingy pub Vlad was immediately hit with the strong stench of pipe smoke and stale drinks. The Hog’s Head wasn’t exactly at the panicle of society, it was a dirty establishment filled with common criminals, you couldn’t see out of the window through the filth, and yet it was a good place to meet, almost anything said with in its grimy walls was safe from prying ears, that is if one takes the proper precautions of course

The tall dark man made his way to the bar, his tailored robes billowing slightly as he went. Vladislav Voronov was a man that had an air of strength and purpose about him and the more than one of the wizards in the pub stepped aside to allow him passage. Reaching the bar Vlad obtained two fire whiskeys from Aberforth. Taking the drinks in hand he scanned his surrounding.

Sitting in their usual booth was Augustus Rookwood. The pair had much in common and although Vlad wouldn’t have described him as a friend he was an ally, perhaps the closet he had. Making his way toward the other man Vladislav gave him a knowing look, if Vlad had had a hard day one could be sure Augustus had, how he put up with the many brats and Mudbloods of hogwarts Vlad would never know.

Reaching the table Vlad placed one of the fire whiskeys down before his fellow death eater before taking a seat himself his own drink in hand. “It is good to see you again my friend, so tell me, Vot is the news at hogwarts?” came his casual and heavily accented voice. After all the ministry was the political hub of the magical England to be sure, but hogwarts was its heart.