The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
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The floor beneath my feet is vibrating from the hard rock beats and there are red and blue lights flickering on the walls in front of me as I show my fake muggle id proof to the guards and bouncers and then saunter inside the bar area with the stage.
The three band members are jumping on it, bobbing their heads with the beats and I instantly know one of them is a wizard. What's his name? Right, Bon Scott.
I hop on the swivelling chair and smile charmingly at the bartender. He smiles back and leans down on the counter, "What can I get ya?"
"It's on me," someone announces as they take the chair beside mine.
I turn to look at them and am flabbergasted by their beauty. They turn and smirk at me, "Hey, there."
I smirk back, "Do you usually buy drinks for hot strangers in onesies or am I the first one?"
He chuckles, "Considering I am in one, too, I'd say you're the first one."
I hum and give my order to the bartender who looks more than amused by us. "You're the first I'm allowing to buy me a drink, too."
"Is that so?" He grins and there's a long dimple on his right cheek and a beautiful smile line on his left one.
"I'm Nicole," I tell him,
"I'm Ben," He replies, majestic grey eyes shining on me.
The bartender gets my order and pours the muggle whiskey down into our glasses. I take mine and he takes his and I say "Cheers," and he clinks his with mine and we both down it in one go.
"Oh, gee, this is strong," He grimaces and I nod.
"That's Greek whiskey for you,"
"You live here?" He asks.
"No," I reply, taking my second glass, "I'm here for a break. There's some serious tension back home."
He nods, "Yeah, at mine, too. I can understand."
"Where you from?" I question.
"Surrey," He says, "What about you?"
"Scotland," I answer.
The song changes and the red and blue lights change to green. He looks over at me, chugs his remaining whiskey and offers me a hand, inclining his head at the bustling crowd in front of the stage.
I shrug and take it and we both jog over to the throng of people, making our way to the front while the people who were already standing there give us evil eyes.
I laugh and he laughs, too and then he's jouncing as the lyrics get louder,
Goin' down Party time My friends are gonna be there too I'm on the highway to hell On the highway to hell Highway to hell I'm on the highway to hell
