[Club Motion] Cocktail Hour

[Professor Rayna Olman]

Curiosity burned within the bosom of a young woman, and she just couldn't take it. The time was only about nine, which wasn't too late at all. Infact, it was the perfect time for her. Cocktail hour. With a smile on her face, Rayna didn't bother to cover herself up with anything as she left her room and ventured out of the castle.

Not too much time had passed before she was on the streets of Hogsmeade, looking at the multitude of shops, restaraunts and bars. Nothing she past had caught her eye, untill the sign outside a bar up ahead read 'Club Motion'. "I didn't think they had any clubs around here.." Rayna said aloud, a smile ever present on her lips once more as she stepped through the doors of the club.

Once again, she was met by surprise. This wasn't a scene fit for teenagers, infact, it was quite sophisticated, yet very cafe like. From what she could tell, she was liking it more and more by the minute. Light blue eyes scanned over the heads of miscellaneous couples and single people sitting at the bar, in booths or at tables.

Rayna finally made her way to the bar after much gawking and sat down near the end, where there were still a few empty seats to be taken. Lounging slightly with her elbows on the bar, she smiled at the bartender. "Could I get a cosmo please?" She asked politely, never one to be rude.

She never did like to go out alone, but she would just have to do, seeing as she was still without any friends at Hogwarts. Not that she wasn't a friendly person, everyone just seemed rather busy. With a slight sigh and bored interest, Rayna continued to look and watch other people at the bar, occasionally listening in to their conversations while she waited for her drink.

[Quinn Locksley]

It was with a heavy heart that Quinn had returned to Hogmeade and all that that implied. The Ministry's iron clad grip had slackened from the neck of Hogwarts and she had taken the opportunity to go home, visit her father, get out of work mode. But the longer she was away the more she wanted to go back to work. It was the curse of having a restless, vindictive soul apparently. And so once she had gone back they had shipped her back to this Merlinforsaken part of the country.

Naturally Quinn had gone without much protest. Van Haestregt was not a woman to argue with ... much. So here she was, on the streets of Hogsmeade that had soaked much of her blood and sweat and ... no, as she thought about it she realised she never had cried here. She was being dramatic, of course, as the Hit Witch was, but so say that such events had not left a nasty taste in her mouth would be an evasion.

Locksley stood in the shadows, waiting as she often seemed to be, just inside of an alley way, waiting ... ever waiting. Tonight she had no particular mission, even those were becoming vaguer by the day, but she had a pretty good idea of where the action would go down if it was to do so tonight. The club that had opened had become an instant success in Hogsmeade as it was something that had not been opened before. Quinn never could understand why people would torture themselves by going there but as she stood a few buildings down and watched the people go in she began to wonder why people weren't smart enough to realise they were torturing themselves by going into these types of places by themselves.

One person in particular caught her attention as she walked towards and into the club. She was unmistakeable by her blond hair. Quinn, dressed all in black, looked down the street and slipped into the traffic that was mulling its way up and down the street. She took her time to get into the club, one the one hand wanting to not be obvious but also fighting with her own desire never to go into such a place.

Once inside, she looked around, not at any of the decorations as it might have been appeared but for the blond hair. She spotted it. Not wasting any time Quinn walked towards the bar and fought with herself, trying to decide between throwing her onto the bar immediately or buying a drink and talking to her. In the end it was obvious which option she would choose.

She stood a few feet away from the bar for half a second, smiling angelically to the barman who smiled back. Then, as he began to turn around, Quinn pulled out her wand. She grabbed the woman's left arm above the elbow, brought it backwards slipping her hand down the arm and pressing her wrist upwards with her thumb as she pushed the woman's head onto the bar and held her wand to the woman's cheek.

"Good evening," Quinn sneered into the woman's ear.

[Professor Rayna Olman]

Rayna returned the smile of the bartender who just delivered her cosmo. She had been waiting for quite sometime to take a sip of the delightful nectars the drink had to offer. But that didn't matter, atleast not now. As soon as she knew it, Rayna was being apprehended and her face smashed into the bar.

"Oww.."With a furrowed brows, clouded blue eyes looked up at the person who had her all tangled up. "Yes.. Quite a good evening it is. May I.. help you?" She asked curiously and quite tempted to bite the tip of the mad woman's wand off. But, Rayna was never without a plan of her own, and luckily in advanced, had her wand ready in her right hand once sensing someone approaching her.

Pointing her own wand at the mysterious, mad woman, in an awkward way, the Professor sighed. "Now, I would like to know something. Have I done anything wrong what-so-ever, or do you just enjoy man-handling women who enjoy drinking cosmos at new clubs?" She asked, somewhat annoyed at the position she was in, but curious more than anything.

[Quinn Locksley]

Quinn could feel the witch wriggling underneath her, feebly drawing her own wand and pointing it vaguely in Quinn's direction. Quinn pushed the woman's arm higher up her back, putting more pressure on her wrist, certainly causing her some amount of pain. Quinn had had many years of training for this sort of apprehension of this sort of person and she had become very good at causing pain. And just to add the cherry on top, she pressed her own wand harder onto the cheek of the woman, pinning her harder.

"You are pitiful," Quinn snarled and quickly took the woman's wand away with her own wand hand, still pressing her down on the bar with her body. She was attracting some attention, she noticed as the bartender looked at her, completely aghast that someone would do such a thing. Her wand was back at the woman's cheek before a second was through and Quinn smiled sweetly at the barman.

"Don't worry," she said to the barman, trying to keep her smile firendly, "I'm with the Magical Law Enforcement Squad." He didn't seem convinced, in fact it seemed to make him even more nervous. Quinn rolled her eyes, her upper lip rising in irritation. "Fine!" she snapped, "I'll make this quick then, shall I?" She forced a smile at the barman and turned her attention back to the woman she had cornered so smartly.

Quinn had a rather good memory and she remembered the bushy blond hair of this witch anywhere. "Miss Catterham," she said, remembering her face and name from the stack of wanted posters on her desk in her room at The Three Broomsticks, "you hare hereby charged with three counts of unlawful distribution of Graphorn horns and two counts of assaulte with a deadly horn."

Quinn pulled the woman up by her wrist, over the seat until she was standing and -- Quinn froze. This wasn't Ms Catterham. For Merlin's sake. "You're not Carol Catterham!" Quinn snapped accusatorially, letting go of the woman's arm and waving her wand in her face.

[Professor Rayna Olman]

All Rayna wanted to do was have a nice night, relaxing at the club and sip on a nice drink. But no. She got pummled like the star quarter back about to make it to the endline. She got laid out.

"Miss Catterham," she said, remembering her face and name from the stack of wanted posters on her desk in her room at The Three Broomsticks, "you hare hereby charged with three counts of unlawful distribution of Graphorn horns and two counts of assaulte with a deadly horn."

Catterham? By the gods, she never would have a hidious last name such as Catterham! Yet she was being confused for that old hag! Blinking wildly and confused as all hell, Rayna amazingly stayed limp all the while, even if her wand was snatched from her, her left arm practically dislocated and her face had previously been grinded into the glass countertop of the bar.

"You're not Carol Catterham!"

"Of course I'm not Carol Catterham! I'm Rayna Olman! And I'd prefer the likes of burning in hell before having a last name like that!" Rayna almost squealed while having a wand being waved infront of her face. Of course, her arms were flailing above her head when she was speaking.

"And who the hell are you?!" She finally questioned with furrowed brows and her heart racing from all the confusion. Unfortunately when you get her riled up, she tends to be a bit more loose with her vocabulary. "Oh, and give me that." She said while snatching her wand back from the womans clutches.

No doubt the pair had drawn quite a bit of attention from their little show.

[Quinn Locksley]

Quinn could not believe her luck! First she was shipped back to this dingy place and then expected to work with idiots and now this! Could her week get any worse? As soon as Quinn asked herself this question she knew that she shouldn't have as it was bound to. It was always when she said or thought things like that that it did get worse, people died, limbs got blown away, awful things happened.

Quinn snarled at the woman's indignant display and slumped down onto a high bar stool, leaning heavily on the bar with a heavy frown. She didn't like this at all. The woman gave her own name but Quinn wasn't listening. She looked at the woman over her hunched shoulder for a moment before rolling her eyes as a quick spurt of air escaped her lips, making a "pft!" sound. "Distasteful," Quinn mumbled to herself, staring blankly now at the bar.

She could use a drink. She looked up at the barman, who still seemed uncertain of her, and then she looked at the woman's drink. She must have knocked it over with her big head but Quinn thought she might as well replace the drink that was now being mopped up by a shorter, older barman. Turning back to the first, Quinn raised an eye brow at him, her frown loosing its intense anger. He slowly came forwards but Quinn paid no attention to his hesitation, or to him as a matter of fact.

"Give this woman another and I'll have a Norwegian Flaming Cauldron," she said airily, waving her hand around in a vain attempt at gesticulation. The woman snatched her wand back suddenly and Quinn's sharp green eyes were on her again, her brow furrowed. Quinn rolled her eyes again and looked ahead of her; the bar was much more interesting then the woman.

After a moment, Quinn couldn't keep it to herself any more and she turned back to the woman who wasn't one that she was chasing. "And what would you do with my name, madame?" she questioned, indignant herself now. The people who had been staring had started turning back to their drinks: two woman now talking clearly wasn't so interesting. Quinn, however, kept her eyes on the woman until, a few seconds later their drinks arrived, Quinn's in a low cauldron shaped glass. The hit witch picked it up and took a large gulp before her eyes returned to the bottles opposite.

[Professor Rayna Olman]

Rayna smiled faintly as her new drink arrived, taking it in hand before sipping at it. "Thank you." She said, looking over at the mad woman who seemed to have calmed down now.

This was one hell of a night. Not exactly what she was expecting since this was her first night out in this town. It's true, the woman who had previously assaulted her wasn't the first person Rayna wanted to meet, but some company was bettern than none.

"What would I do with your name? Well, I could properly address you, for one. And for two, I could remember to stay out of your way." She nodded in self-confirmation. "I don't like identifying people by names such as 'Mad woman' or the like." Rayna then responded with a small laugh and faint smile. She was beggining to loosen up, but then again, that could just be the booze talking.

[Quinn Locksley]

The woman thanked her. Quinn repeated her 'pfft' noise as she rolled her eyes. Did she think a simple thank you would be enough to make up for her not being one of the many criminals she was after? Oh boy, she had a lot to learn about Kaylin Quinn Locksley. Quinn didn't want to let her though, the woman - Rain, she thought she said her name was - was annoying her by merely being polite.

It wasn't every day though that Quinn had company. She wasn't about to chase the woman - Rain-y, Rake, whatever - off because deep down, though she'd never tell anyone or even admit it to herself, Quinn liked having company, even if she treated them like dirt. Perhaps that was the reason she and Dia had always remained friends, even after the incident that had occured the Christmas before last.

Quinn was silent for a moment after the wom- Rainy had spoken. She rolled her cauldron glass between her fingers, staring at it thoughtfully. "Mad woman," Quinn repeated, smiling. She snorted a laugh as she lifted her glass to her lips and repeated the phrase before taking a sip. "Mad woman." The cauldron went down to the bar top and Quinn turned to the woman, "I do think that at times that name is very apt."

Quinn snorted another laugh, scarcely allowing herself to have fun. Doing what she did and being who she was she always wanted to be aware of her surroundings so that what she did to Rainy wouldn't happen to her. The Hit Witch was staring into her glass again as the honey coloured liquid swished lazily around inside. She was quiet for a moment but then looked up at the woman with a small smile on her face.

"Quinn," she said simply. After a moment, and seeing the look on the woman's face, Quinn continued, "I'm Quinn Locksley." It was like being with Dia all over again, her manners were coming though. "And you're welcome." Quinn quickly threw back her glass and downed her drink. Slamming it down, Quinn glared at the barman and pushed the glass towards him. "Another."