Dear Mr. Potter,

Your presence has been requested on the evening of the fourteenth at seven o'clock to attend a dinner party at the Denmark Manor. The address is below. Your attire for the evening will be mailed to you two days prior to the event. Just like your attire your name will not be yours either. Your alias is that of Hamlet, Mr. Potter. Use no other name or risk punishment.

Sincerely,

The Master

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Ron handed the letter back to Harry. They were sitting in Harry's study drinking butterbeer, two months after the letter at arrived. "Weren't you at all suspicious?" He asked.

"Only slightly. In certain circles the Denmark Manor is a well-known name. It is known for its more riské dinner parties to put things mildly." Harry explained.

"How did you come to know the name of the Denmark Manor?" Ron inquired.

"One of my cases dealt with a murder in the Manor. Through my investigation I learnt the reputation of the manor, and of course one hears things in the rumor mill." Harry took a sip of this drink.

"How come I haven't heard of it until now?" Ron was incredulous.

"It is an unspoken rule that no one speaks of the Manor to anyone who is a virgin. I think there might even be a taboo on it. But seeing as you are no longer a virgin I am free to share my experiences about the Manor with you. If you would care to hear that is." Harry took another sip.

"Just to be clear the Manor's dinner parties are all formal and respectable during dinner but then afterward it is a sex party?" Ron had to check.

"Yes."

"Then carry on." Ron gestured for Harry to tell his tale.

"Well my attire for the evening arrived when the letter said it would. I opened the package to find black and purple dress robes and a purple cloth mask with a note that said 'Your mask Mr. Hamlet must be worn at all times. Do not take it off until you have parted the Denmark Manor grounds.'" Harry took a long sip from his butterbeer.

"You couldn't take off the mask at all? Not even when you were, you know, having fun." Ron looked confused.

"We could not take the mask off once during the entire night. No one even dared to try." Harry replied.

"So what happened the night itself?" Ron asked.

"Are you sure you want to hear all of the details? Leave no stone unturned?" Harry prodded. "I will only be saying people's aliases to keep their privacy."

"Yes, tell me everything and I understand."

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Harry was running late. He was supposed to have been at the Manor five minutes ago but he hadn't even made it out the door to apparate. He grabbed his mask, not bothering to put it on yet, rushed out the door and dissapparated. Once he felt cool air one his skin he headed down the drive and fitted his mask on his face. The Manor was secluded. There were no defining land marks so he had no idea in what part of the country he was in but he was definitely still in the country. He found himself in front of an intricate wrought iron gate. He slowed and stopped before it. It opened slowly and he continued on his way to a gorgeous manor not much farther up the drive.

"We've been expecting you Mr. Hamlet." The butler said as he opened the grand door. "Please follow me to the dining room where all the other guests wait." The butler let him in, took his coat, and proceeded to lead him down the hallway. He opened the door to the dining room and Harry walked in. The butler followed after him and closed the door behind him. "Please introduce your-selves using your aliases. During the dinner the Master will speak to each of your individually and discuss the night's events." The butler walked out of a different door.

Harry sat down in the only remaining seat at the table which was a triangle. It seated nine in total. He was at a corner. He turned to the person at his left. He recognized her instantly but he kept it to himself. "I'm Hamlet." He told her.

Her mouth twitched as trying to conceal a laugh. "Well, Hamlet, you have the pleasure of sitting next to the wonderful Ophelia." Her robes where of a soft gold and her mask glittered with flecks of gold.

Harry looked at the person across from him. He knew her was well, actually as he glanced around the table he found he knew every face there despite the masks.

In the moment of silence after Ophelia responded to Hamlet. The butler had come in with a salad for each. He then proceeded to place the salad in front of the guests and ask them what type of dressing they wanted, then when they decided, placed a small cup of dressing of their preference next to their plate.

Once he left conversation broke out again.

"Well I am Bernardo." Said a man in black and deep blood red robes and matching red mask before digging into his salad. "This salad is delicious. I wonder what type of lettuce they used."

"The lettuce is okay. I'm enjoying the radishes." said a light airy voice in egg yolk yellow robes. "I am Horatio, though I am not entire sure why. Horatio is a man in the play Hamlet. Though maybe they focused more on relationships rather than gender. I am a good friend to Hamlet." Horatio smiled and poked her fork through a radish.

"I hate radishes." A dark black man dressed in light blue robes snarled and he pushed a radish off his plate.

"And who are you?" The woman wearing pink robes sitting next to Hamlet asked.

"Laertes." He responded simply though more respectably then his earlier comment.

"Well Laertes, try not to sneer so much, it doesn't make for good fun." The woman tucked a loose curl of her hair back. "I am Gertrude."

"Well then, as I am Claudius," The man in green robes next to her drawled and took her hand, "You are my wife." He kissed her hand.

"But you also killed Hamlet's father." Gertrude retorted.

"Killing your former sweetheart is not out of my line of work." He winked and she elbowed him in the side.

To take the attention off herself, Gertrude asked the two people at the other side of the table, "So who are you two?"

A tall light brown man in orange robes spoke up. "I am Guildenstern and the man next to me is Rosencrantz." He pointed to the man next to him in teal robes.

"Well Rosencrantz and Guildenstern I hope you enjoy yourself whilst you are here." Gertrude responded.

The butler came in the moment she was done speaking and took away their salads. He soon came back with bowls of soup for everyone except for Bernardo. The butler addressed him. "Mr. Bernardo, seeing as you arrived first, you will be the first to speak to the Master. If you would follow me Sir." Bernardo got up from his chair looking nervous and followed the butler out of a third door and out of the room.

One by one during the soup they all left to go talk to the Master until it was finally Hamlet's turn.