Elementals.
By: Andrastre.
Email: andrastre@yahoo.co.uk
Disclaimer: All of Hogwarts and Potterverse belong to J. K., who is the goddess of my idolatry, for writing about Draco. Never would I try to steal anything from her, so please don't sue. The Changing Element, Lothair Lockley, Camille, the bouncer, Frost, and the other two girls belong to me. Please tell me before using them.
Rating PG13 for swearing, high-class brothels and drunks.
Set at the end of GoF, but with some things like spells and departments incorporated from OotP.
Chapter One: Boredom is the death of the soul.
Ginny sighed, and sank down on her bed. She was so tired, and really needed to get a few hours sleep before she had to go out that night. Not that she didn't enjoy her nocturnal activities, and not that she didn't need the money (as ever), but it was tiring.
She smiled sweetly as the other girls entered the dorm in a wave of perfume and gossip, and retired behind her bed-curtains to change into her teddy pyjamas. This she did quickly, and calling, " 'Night, everyone. Sweet dreams", she silenced her curtains, and slept.
Two and a half hours later, her pillow started vibrating with the silent alarm charm she used. Ginny slipped out of bed, grabbed her cloak of the chair, and let herself silently out of the dorm. She ran through the Gryff. common room, out of the portrait hole, and turned left down a narrow side-passage. Form here, via a confusing labyrinth of backtracks and detours, she reached an old tapestry on the 8th floor that seemed to flutter in a non-existent breeze.
Stepping behind it, Ginny slipped into a long, long chute. As she slid down through 8 floors, her hair and her cloak flew out behind her, a swirl of scarlet silk on the black wool.
At the bottom, she burst through a curtain of ivy to land with a bump on a grassy bank.
Flitting across the back lawn, through a copse, she scrambled over a crumbled part of the perimeter wall, and finally joined two other girls, also in black cloaks, who were crouched on the ground. One looked up.
"Hey, Flame. We're only waiting for Frost now."
"Hey", Ginny answered. "She's late, how come?"
"Dunno", murmured the third girl. Just then, Frost appeared, running along the wall to their right, and the four girls set off quickly.
10 minutes later, they arrived at a door in a murky Hogsmeade alley where they knocked, twice, and then three times. It opened, and they hurried into a brightly-lit cloakroom.
"So, the Hogwarts contingent has deigned to turn up at last. You're late, girls", growled the doorman (an old squib with more beef than brain, as Ginny so elegantly put it). Frost smiled nervously.
"We're really sorry we're late- I had trouble, but it's sorted."
"Better be", he grunted as he left the small room. All around the walls were pegs with cloaks and clothes on, and below them a long bench that ran round the room with drawers underneath it.
The girls hurried to their own corner, and opening the drawer, proceeded to change into the colourful robes they kept there.
At exactly a quarter to twelve, then the four entered the elegant dining room of a notorious Hogsmeade establishment, led by Ginny.
She was dressed in dark red silk, sleeveless, with a very low corsage and a tiny waist. She swayed gracefully in high-heeled black lace-up boots, and her curly hair had been half caught up with a white ribbon, only to fall in burning swathes around her shoulders. This ensemble was completed with a red mask, which entirely hid her face. The others were similarly dressed, all with the concealing masks.
They began to circulate around the discreet alcoves, checking that their guests, the corrupt élite of the wizarding world, were happy. Being fairly novel, still, all four girls were soon invited to keep solitary diners company.
The Changing Element, a discreet establishment fronting onto the main street of Hogsmeade, and backing onto an unsavoury alley, had only been employing the quartet for two weeks.
It catered for bored purebloods, providing good food and wine, music, luxurious rooms for those benighted far from home, and the company of like- minded wizards. Also, for lonely souls, there were ten girls. For a price they would dine and dance with guests, providing scintillating conversation, or just sympathy and approval.
What they did afterwards was their own affair. If the six girls from Hogsmeade, who were of age, happened to stay the night, it was non of the proprietors business. They all wore black ribbon in their hair, to distinguish them from the four underage girls, who wore white ribbon, and were on no account to be seen on the premises after closing time.
It was, of course, all highly illegal, but since many customers were pillars of wizarding society, they generally had due warning well before any authorities investigated.
Ginny danced the night away with Lothair Lockley, the only son of the head of the Department of Mysteries, and an avowed partisan of the Dark Lord. But then, so were most people at the Changing Element.
At five-thirty in the morning, she collapsed into bed, giggling, and slept again.
By: Andrastre.
Email: andrastre@yahoo.co.uk
Disclaimer: All of Hogwarts and Potterverse belong to J. K., who is the goddess of my idolatry, for writing about Draco. Never would I try to steal anything from her, so please don't sue. The Changing Element, Lothair Lockley, Camille, the bouncer, Frost, and the other two girls belong to me. Please tell me before using them.
Rating PG13 for swearing, high-class brothels and drunks.
Set at the end of GoF, but with some things like spells and departments incorporated from OotP.
Chapter One: Boredom is the death of the soul.
Ginny sighed, and sank down on her bed. She was so tired, and really needed to get a few hours sleep before she had to go out that night. Not that she didn't enjoy her nocturnal activities, and not that she didn't need the money (as ever), but it was tiring.
She smiled sweetly as the other girls entered the dorm in a wave of perfume and gossip, and retired behind her bed-curtains to change into her teddy pyjamas. This she did quickly, and calling, " 'Night, everyone. Sweet dreams", she silenced her curtains, and slept.
Two and a half hours later, her pillow started vibrating with the silent alarm charm she used. Ginny slipped out of bed, grabbed her cloak of the chair, and let herself silently out of the dorm. She ran through the Gryff. common room, out of the portrait hole, and turned left down a narrow side-passage. Form here, via a confusing labyrinth of backtracks and detours, she reached an old tapestry on the 8th floor that seemed to flutter in a non-existent breeze.
Stepping behind it, Ginny slipped into a long, long chute. As she slid down through 8 floors, her hair and her cloak flew out behind her, a swirl of scarlet silk on the black wool.
At the bottom, she burst through a curtain of ivy to land with a bump on a grassy bank.
Flitting across the back lawn, through a copse, she scrambled over a crumbled part of the perimeter wall, and finally joined two other girls, also in black cloaks, who were crouched on the ground. One looked up.
"Hey, Flame. We're only waiting for Frost now."
"Hey", Ginny answered. "She's late, how come?"
"Dunno", murmured the third girl. Just then, Frost appeared, running along the wall to their right, and the four girls set off quickly.
10 minutes later, they arrived at a door in a murky Hogsmeade alley where they knocked, twice, and then three times. It opened, and they hurried into a brightly-lit cloakroom.
"So, the Hogwarts contingent has deigned to turn up at last. You're late, girls", growled the doorman (an old squib with more beef than brain, as Ginny so elegantly put it). Frost smiled nervously.
"We're really sorry we're late- I had trouble, but it's sorted."
"Better be", he grunted as he left the small room. All around the walls were pegs with cloaks and clothes on, and below them a long bench that ran round the room with drawers underneath it.
The girls hurried to their own corner, and opening the drawer, proceeded to change into the colourful robes they kept there.
At exactly a quarter to twelve, then the four entered the elegant dining room of a notorious Hogsmeade establishment, led by Ginny.
She was dressed in dark red silk, sleeveless, with a very low corsage and a tiny waist. She swayed gracefully in high-heeled black lace-up boots, and her curly hair had been half caught up with a white ribbon, only to fall in burning swathes around her shoulders. This ensemble was completed with a red mask, which entirely hid her face. The others were similarly dressed, all with the concealing masks.
They began to circulate around the discreet alcoves, checking that their guests, the corrupt élite of the wizarding world, were happy. Being fairly novel, still, all four girls were soon invited to keep solitary diners company.
The Changing Element, a discreet establishment fronting onto the main street of Hogsmeade, and backing onto an unsavoury alley, had only been employing the quartet for two weeks.
It catered for bored purebloods, providing good food and wine, music, luxurious rooms for those benighted far from home, and the company of like- minded wizards. Also, for lonely souls, there were ten girls. For a price they would dine and dance with guests, providing scintillating conversation, or just sympathy and approval.
What they did afterwards was their own affair. If the six girls from Hogsmeade, who were of age, happened to stay the night, it was non of the proprietors business. They all wore black ribbon in their hair, to distinguish them from the four underage girls, who wore white ribbon, and were on no account to be seen on the premises after closing time.
It was, of course, all highly illegal, but since many customers were pillars of wizarding society, they generally had due warning well before any authorities investigated.
Ginny danced the night away with Lothair Lockley, the only son of the head of the Department of Mysteries, and an avowed partisan of the Dark Lord. But then, so were most people at the Changing Element.
At five-thirty in the morning, she collapsed into bed, giggling, and slept again.