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"Come on, we return to Hogwarts in a few days, let's do something fun just for us!" Hazel was nearly begging, turning her eyes large on her glowing face and kicking in the nymph aura she normally buried deep just to get her way in this.
Severus, having grown somewhat immune to her allure, having been around her so much and after building up a resistance after the tipsy kiss in Sparta, just crossed his arms and scowled.
"I am not going to a Muggle club." He wouldn't budge, even as Morgan was turning puppy eyes, literal ones after a bit of transfiguration, on Rabastan.
"I do not know, it might be fun. And no one in Italy knows who we are, and we won't be scions of Ancient and Noble Houses around Muggles." Regulus murmured this bit, knowing how Severus felt about Muggles given his upbringing and drunk of a father.
"I've never been to a Muggle club before. I want to experience this before I cannot do so." Now she was playing dirty, bringing up the fact that she would apprentice with Dorian a couple more years before taking her throne in Sparta and being an ambassador for her people.
With a long suffering sigh, Severus nodded, his arms dropping from where he had crossed them over his chest.
"We have nothing Muggle to wear, Hazel." Rabastan spoke up, though Severus wasn't certain if it was to help her or hinder.
Grinning, Hazel called for Yaya, who appeared with an arm load of slacks and dress shirts in various colors and styles.
"Mikrí kyría is a smart mikrí kyría," the house elf nodded, depositing the clothing on the trunk and popping away. Morgan chuckled and moved to start sorting through them, having the best fashion sense out of the lot.
Finding a set in black, though the collar was a bit ruffled, he passed it over to Severus even as he found a bright teal shirt for himself and a forest green for Rabastan. Regulus end up with a white poets top though the young Black heir was quick to transfigure all the trousers black or grey.
Hazel was quick to adjust the rest of the collars and lengths, fitting them to each of the boys until they were all sorted. Then she peeled herself out of the robe she had been wearing, revealing a short dress with long bell sleeves in cream.
Morgan laughed as he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so quickly the flared hem of her skirt flew up and revealed what the boys now knew to be customary pants, all in cream which was different but helped conceal with the dress better. The other boys just shook their heads and took their wands to themselves to alter just enough in case a Pureblood did see them out. Severus however ended up with braided hair courtesy of Hazel's quick fingers.
Just as they finished, Dorian walked into the room and raised a brow at them all before producing five medallions, one for each of the teenagers.
"Keep these on you at all times, they're an emergency portkey back to the front room if anything goes wrong. I want you to enjoy yourselves but please be careful." While he said everything to them all, his eyes were focused on Hazel at the last bit about being safe.
"We will be fine papa, do not worry so!" Hazel laughed it off, slipping the necklace on and tucking it against her skin. The boys all nodded at him as they slipped them on, doing like Hazel and resting them against their skin.
Sighing, Dorian just shook his head. "To activate it simply say 'Sparta' and you'll instantly be transported back here. It's the only thing I could think of that will not slip while speaking in public." After making certain they were all aware, he wrapped them in a tight group hug and whispered protective charms over them, as well as a few of his own human transfiguration charms of his own design. "Be safe, all of you. But more importantly, have fun!" And with that, they grinned and were gone through the floo.
Arriving at a tall fireplace standing at the end of an alley, the five friends laughed as they fell toward the entrance to the alley, the mild spell cloaking it from Muggle eyes making them just tipsy enough to pass for partiers that made the wrong turn. A clever bit of magic Severus made a mental note to check into later on. Hazel however was holding onto his arm and he was quickly forced to steady her after her heels caught on the uneven stone. This of course, sent her into a fit of giggles that turned her pink in the face.
Even though he was smiling, he turned it into a smirk given his raised brow that no matter how intoxicated he could easily pull off, as proven by a drinking contest in the Slytherin common room one night before hols. This of course set her off into another giggle fit as he led her toward the others who were standing outside a rather high class looking Italian club.
A whispered confundus charm had them inside with only having to pay the fee to get in, slipping in among the other young people on holiday to Italy and already feeling the music start pounding in their blood. Hazel seemed to light up at the dancing, darting into the crowd and dragging Severus and Regulus in with her. A lot of cat calls came their way, seeing as she was switching between the two of them as Morgan and Rabastan were off in a darker corner dancing together.
Severus sent glares their way even as he took Hazel's hand and drew her close and out of reach of a handsy Muggle man. He hadn't wanted to come in the first place, so he was going to be extra protective of his lone female friend.
Before long though they were requiring drinks and as Severus looked the oldest of the three still together he went to get them, leaving Hazel and Regulus alone on the dance floor. When he returned, Severus noticed a distinct lack of the girl responsible for dragging the lot of them out to the club in the first place and Regulus trying to disentangle himself from another grabby muggle.
Scowling fiercely he dragged Regulus free and together they went searching for Hazel. The quickly found her being led by a young man toward a back room and a faint glow peeking from between her lashes, a sure sign her nymph nature was being released.
Severus, having been raised by his father, went up to the muggle and clocked him right in the jaw before disentangling Hazel from his side and passing her toward Regulus to mind as he led them towards the other two of their group.
It took a bit of maneuvering but he managed to lead them outside in one go and into an alley before linking them all together and muttering 'Sparta' under his breath to take them all home.
Upon arriving in the front room, Severus took Hazel's arm with intentions of demanding what she was thinking using her nature but before he could even draw breath she was falling against him and clutching her head. She was looking a bit green, and not the scales from the forced shift for her gills like back at school.
"Hazel, what did that muggle give you?" Severus demanded, though he kept his voice soft to keep from upsetting her, given there was no study on drunk and drugged nymphs from muggle means.
"What happened? I thought you would not return until much later," Dorian stepped into the room just as Severus finished speaking.
"I, I cannot recall…" Still clutching at Severus as she pressed her head against his neck. She was burning up and nearly had Severus hissing at the near scalding flesh against his own much cooler skin.
"Bring her in here, I have a few potions I keep on hand for her when something similar happens." Leading the boys, Severus and Morgan holding Hazel upright, into the next room and through a hidden door they placed her on the low couch and stepped back as Dorian started muttering a spell to send the thick, sludge like potion into his daughter.
Hazel was quick to turn over and expelled the contents of her body, some kind of greenish brown slime escaping her as she coughed and heaved into the stone floor. Dorian banished the mess before conjuring a goblet and filling it with water for her to drink and rinse her mouth with. A soft whimper and then the immortal was spelling her to sleep off the effects of what happened.
"She is far too trusting, isn't she?" He inquired, already knowing the answer. He had been the one to raise her, after all.
A.N.: I'm not even going to try explaining this wait. Life is the main reason, but I'm trying to keep up with this story. Next chapter is back at Hogwarts, and things pick up from there. Thank you to those that are being patient with me for taking so long. I'll try and post at least once a month if I'm able, though I cannot promise anything.
Thank you all once again, and see you in the next chapter!
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