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For once she wasn't attending a wedding but an actual party. It was to bring in the new year at the Selwyn residence. Sinistra was happy to show up and celebrate something different. Finally.

She had been around the crowd, had some fine wine and was feeling good. She actually hadn't minded the company she had found herself in which was shocking. These were the people that were to become her people when she got the Dark Mark. She couldn't wait to scream that fact from the rooftops but had to keep it quiet for now. Only Rabastan and Bellatrix knew. Bringing in the new year as a full blown Death Eater was all she could dream of. Nothing could get her down.

After making a few rounds she found a seat next to Evelyn Zabini. "I'm always about the drink," Sinistra smiled, "but could be convinced to dance." She was in that good of a mood.

Where: Selwyn New Years Party Who: Open

Evelyn sat at one of the open tables, fiddling with the glass of champagne in hand as she watched the party unfold around her. She'd already done some mingling, so far enjoying the evening. She'd been prepared for some drama, trouble always seemed to be in the air at events like these. Yet she was surprised to see that things seemed to be going well on all fronts. Pity, then again it was still early. She took a drink of her champagne just as someone settled into the seat beside her. "Come to ask for a dance? Or just joining me for a drink?" Her lips twisted up in amusement as she turned to look at her companion. "I won't complain either way.."

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"Everything to keep the lady happy. You've been taught well. I hope." Sinistra looked at him quizzically. "You absolutely do have a job to live up to tonight. I can be difficult to keep happy. Just fair warning," she smirked.

"Yes. Pureblood families. I know. I happen to be part of one. Count me lucky I never got put in the battlefield, I suppose." After Kenneth Sinistra's parents didn't know how to get their daughter married. She had run away and came back a totally different person. They were sensitive to her plight but she did overhear their conversations concerning her needing a marriage proposal. She chose to ignore it. They were wrong. Right?

Sinistra nodded. "Yes. I'm sure we can get drinks wherever we're going," she smiled knowing exactly what the night would entail.

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"I was always told it's important to keep the lady happy." And since the drinks were on the Flint's, Sinistra could indulge all she wished. "You are my date after all, that is my job."

"You know how pureblood families are. We don't necessarily have a choice." He could only hope there would be enough time between that he could have some fun. "I plan to keep you busy a different way." The blonde winks at her.

"I feel it might be best we finish our drinks and get out of here?" The night was coming to an end and he was doing conversing.

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Sinistra was determined not to let Sethos believe he had any effect on her. She was a stronger witch than that. She was a stronger woman than that. She wished she knew why she was so bothered by his marriage. He was off the market.

There was that flippant comment Antonin made about Sinistra being put in the ring for the role of wife. Something about that seeped in and made her wonder if she could actually be wife material again. But she wasn’t put in the shuffle. She was too old. She wasn’t desirable in that sense. She was good in the sack, she was smart as a whip and could give it back to anyone who gave her lip but none of that meant wife. She felt pangs looking at him. It’s not that she wanted to marry him per se but someone like him. Someone to challenge her and keep her on her toes in every way possible. But Sinistra would never be that person.

“No,” she gulped with a rock in her throat and a tear behind her eye. “You couldn’t hurt me,” she audibly choked out.

Sethos didn't know where they stood, but he was deteremined to at least have things civil between them and he keep Emma from causing a scene. How he ended up marrying a possessive witch baffled him.

He took a moment to let her words sink in, not sure if he believed it completely, but he was fine with how she wanted to go about this. "I suppose you are right. There is no way I could possibly hurt you."

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“It’s been determined that I am certainly not wife material,” she looked out of the corner of her eye. “And certainly not trying to win the heart of one almost as vain as I am. Too many fights would ensue.” She sipped her drink. There would never be marriage proposals or parents clambering for Sinistra to be the wife of their precious sons. She already knew that so what was the point in blubbering? In the meantime she could have fun, do what and who she wanted and focus on the major things in her life. For instance, finalizing getting her Dark Mark and finishing her book.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you important?” She swirled her glass. “Who ever would have known?” She cocked her head to the side. “Not I,” a smirk crossing her face as she teased. “I would like to see proof of this self-proclaimed dominance for myself,” she leaned in, “and I’ve moved on from secrets.”

Sinistra raised a brow at how forward Farid was. She liked it. “Yes, another wine would be lovely. As is present company. Wouldn’t want to say good night too early.”

"Are you trying to tell me that you are wife material Sinistra?" He was joking of course, letting a small chuckle out. Farid was not in any position to settle down and since his parents were not pressing the matter, he was going to enjoy his freedom. For his job, it paid to be single.

"My love, my job is to find the secrets and determine which ones are worth sharing to the world. I do have a paper to run." And lives to destroy.

"I think it's obvious. If the present company remains the same, I might be inviting them home." A hand waved in the air to gather the waiter's attention. "I'll have another firewhiskey and wine for the witch. The best you have." He turned his attention back to Sinistra. "Unless you have other plans for the night."

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Sinistra glanced at Sethos with little emotion. Surely she felt nothing for him. Why would she? She hardly knew anything real about him. She'd kept it that way on purpose. Using someone simply for sex meant not getting to know them on a personal level. That would lead to the possibility of actually caring about the person. Sinistra wasn't into that. Not with Sethos. But still something about his marriage bothered her.

Why did he get to be married and she didn't? Jackpot. She adjusted herself at the thought and downed her wine.

"You hurt me? Come on, Sethos. We both know there's no way you could hurt me." Yet somehow she was wrong.

His eyes flicker between Sinistra and the glass of wine. Sethos understood what their time together meant. It was one of those times where they needed to let out sexual tensions with no strings attached. What he wasn't expecting was how Emma would have reacted when she found out. He knew how possessive she could get, but this happened when they were not together and when she was dating Thorfinn.

"Yes, the holidays can be exhausting, but they will be different this year." He took a moment to try to read her features. "If I have done anything to hurt you, I do apologise."

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"There's always room for you at my table," Sinistra said with a bit of an uneasy feeling. It may have been the wine. She had certainly had enough of it combined with her moodiness.

There wasn't anything particularly special about Sethos aside from his sexual prowess and ways in the sack but there was still something Sinistra didn't like about the fact that he was now married. Before there was the chance of them having fun together -- whatever that meant. This was truly the wine and moodiness overthinking. It had to be.

"The holidays. Hardly realized they were coming. You must have big plans what with being newlyweds and having a new family to attend to." She really didn't care.

"Is that seat taken?" He sat down as his asked the question, not sure where this conversation might go or what she might think about the whole thing. From his understanding, the time they shared together was of a physical nature. "How have you been doing? Ready for the holidays?" Saying the words make him seem lame, but they were said.

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"One day perhaps we'll be in a situation where we have to compare who's routine matches who's," Sinistra raised her brow curiously. Two who match vanity was something indeed. Imagining them in the loo trying to get ready at the same time or sharing a closet full of a variety of clothing and the shoes -- oh the shoes. With the way he spoke she was sure he must have had a good amount of shoes. And Sinistra had a collection of shoes to rival just about anyone. She was curious to say the least.

She gave as fake a pout as she could muster -- which wasn't much but it was worth a shot. "I'm sorry to hear I won't be getting those secrets. But maybe interesting information that isn't secret. It could always help a girl out. Particularly when she's writing a book."

The smile that swept Farid's face made Sinistra's face warm. It was full of magnetism. It wasn't the first time she had seen it but there was something more in it this time. "Might I ask what that smile is for?"

There were some advantages of being a wizard, but that didn't mean his own care routing and how he put himself together, didn't take time. He was immaculate when it came to his appearance. "You would be unwise to think that my own routine would not match yours." Farid was vain.

He tuts at her, shaking his head. His secrets would always remain his, unless the Dark Lord asked, because with secrets came power, and he liked to wield power. "I shall never tell my sweet Sinistra."

"I supposed there is only one way to find out." A charming smile flashes on his face.

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Sinistra laughed. "My wrath, yes. When it comes to my drinks that's something to definitely look out for. I would listen to the man," she added. "Look at you sticking up for me," she nudged him, "though I'm sure part of it is because you don't want me nagging about having a drink in my hand tonight. I can forgive that though."

On the topic of Thorfinn's impending engagement, Sinistra cleared her throat. "Another betrothment? You would think they'd get tired of it and just give up. The betrothal commitment is too much as it is. And children?" she made a gagging noise. "I would say tell me more but there are so many more things we can spend the night discussing -- and doing."

Another drink had found its way to Sinistra's hand and Thorfinn's comment made her smirk. "Looks like my wrath isn't the only thing to look out for tonight."

"I would do what she says. I would hate to have to deal with her wrath." He said with a straight face and cold tone, though in reality, it would be him they would have to worry about. It had been too long since he could use his cruel touch. "I don't give it much longer until my father has set something else up. My mother is adamant on getting a grandchild in the next two years." He laughed, shaking his head.

"We could always go back to my place." That was how the night was going to end anyway.

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Sinistra had been off that day, not her usual confident, busy, ladder climbing witch. Instead she felt sluggish and disconnected. Maybe she was coming down with something. Either way she forced herself to the White Wyvern. Surely a drink could help perk up her spirits. At least she hoped she could end the night feeling more like herself.

As she lifted her glass of wine a familiar set of eyes caught her own. Sethos. She hadn't seen him since he became a married man. Maybe it was done that way on purpose. Surprisingly he approached her. She had to get it together.

"Sethos," she smiled leaning her head to one side.

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Sethos had seen Sinistra his wedding but didn't dare speak to her, fearing what might have come if Emma saw them talking. The last thing he wanted was her to mad at him. He took a moment, watching her at the table drinking alone, that he shook his head, and made his way over to her. It would have been rude to leave and not say anything, considering their eyes met.

"Sinistra." A smile on his mouth.

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“You’re almost as bad as I am. Everything has to be perfect from the top to the bottom. Everything thought out perfectly and on purpose. Be lucky you don’t have to put on makeup. It adds to the routine.” Sinistra was vain. She liked looking a certain way to get herself what she wanted. She was calculating and it all began with appearance.

“Other things? Color me intrigued,” Sinistra said leaning across the table. “Oh come now, you can share certain secrets with certain people.” After all, she had shared her biggest secret with Rabastan. “It doesn’t have to be the whole world,” she nearly whispered.

Leaning back in her chair she nodded her head. “Wine and firewhiskey. Sounds like a deadly combination. I’d love to see where it leads.”

"Not when it comes to my appearance, Sinistra." That was one thing the wizard valued the most. His image was how he wanted people to perceive him and with it came a sense of power. He would be respected.

"There are other things I'd be more inclined to take when it comes to being a man." Like a beautiful witch on his lap. "What are we if not for the secrets we keep?" He countered back at her with a smug look on his face. "You can have your wine and I will have another firewhiskey. See where the night takes us."

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"Oh, thank Merlin," Sinistra turned to the individual near them. "I need a refill," she shook her drink. The person looked at her like she was crazy -- obviously a lowdown dirty guest. "Fine. Find someone to fill my drink. Go. Go," she waved them off and turned back to Thorfinn. "Some people." She rolled her eyes. "We're so much better off," she took a moment, "Both in blood and not going through a wedding of our own." The plethora of weddings was really a mess. Sinistra didn't know if she could handle yet another one.

"We could leave. Where should we go? Surely the night can't be over yet."

"If I was getting us both a drink, yes, I could see me doing that, but not solely for you." Sinistra was hot, but Thorfinn was not the wizard that would cater, that wasn't in his blood. "We can go anytime you are ready to go." He had paid his dues and felt like anytime to leave would be acceptable.

The blonde let out a snort. "What a small world." Who would have thought Sethos had it in him. From what he could tell, he seemed like the type that kept his business cleaned. "They are celebrities. I am sure it is about playing a part." He took a sip of his drink. Thorfinn nods his head to the side. "I see one lingering there."

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"Give me a well-aged wine any day of the week," Sinistra replied. "I would be surprised if you had something to quench my tastebuds. They're quite sophisticated." Sinistra tsked. "You men and needing me to handle you. Such laziness if I've ever heard of it. Not that I can't or wouldn't carry my own weight but I will not enjoy myself if I have to do all the work." She picked up her quill and toyed with it in between her fingers. "And what exactly have you heard about my fingers?" she smirked, "and from who? I'm curious if it's someone who knows what they're talking about. Though they wouldn't be wrong." She tilted her head. Still at a tilt, Sinistra bit her tongue at his words. Antonin was all talk. He had to be. But she would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying the banter. "And you know how a witch should be treated? While she's the one handling you?" She raised her brow and corner of her mouth.

"Of course I love being the center of attention. Anyone who says differently is just kidding themselves. Or lying. Or both. All eyes on me in a desiring way? Yes, of course that's wanted -- why wouldn't it be?" Sinistra shook her head with a smile. "Wouldn't you like to know what I would prefer," She took the end of the quill and pointed it toward him, "but perhaps you should take the reigns. I'm ever so curious about what you would come up with." She paused. "Bed or no bed," she replied.

Sinistra just watched him for a moment. He continued speaking but she had ceased to listen. She watched his face and the way it was sculpted. Handsome enough but not devilishly. She supposed his attitude made up for some of that. Of course she did find him attractive but she had had better. Though for the night he could do.

Lost in her thoughts, Sinistra was completely caught off guard when Antonin placed his hand on hers. It wasn't something she was expecting. There was a click of electricity between the two that wasn't there during their back and forth conversation. Yes, this was bound to be an interesting night if just the touch of a hand sparked something.

"Surprise me."

“We could go to one of my flats.  That would be easiest, besides I have a better collection of spirits than any of the bars around here.  What’s your poison?  I prefer things more well aged.  I think I could handle you at least the once, or perhaps I should let you handle me, those writer’s fingers can do wonders or so I’ve been told.”  He laughed scooting his chair closer.  “We had better get out of here soon or I might make a scene in front of these desperate squibs, show them how a real witch should be treated.” “Yes I’m forward, and I think you’re enjoying it, being the center of attention after so much boredom, as much as I would like to rush you deserve better than a broom closet, unless you’d like to do both, something quick and something worth savoring.  There are things to be enjoyed with both I think, the taboo and the thrill of being caught.” Antonin moved a hand to Sinistra’s face.  He could see it in her eyes, that spark of something that was inevitable if stoked correctly.  It was nearly as delicious as the rest of her. “Yes I think I’ll have fun with you, who knows what situation we’ll be in the next time we meet, can’t risk you having gotten bored by then, or maybe I’d just like to have my fill.” He stroked her chin.  Her lips weren’t quite as enticing as her legs, but still they drew him in.  Her behavior, the look of her.  How Rodolphus had thrown her name out was almost like a challenge.  He licked his lips savoring the anticipation before leaning close and whispering to her. “I don’t mind if we don’t quite make it to a bed.” He enjoyed twisting her words a bit and the feeling made him smile. “Or are you one to enjoy comfort when you get down to task.  Take as many other factors out of it so you can really go off the rails?” His hand sought out hers grasping it slowly yet firmly.  He enjoyed the side effect of intimacy the gesture created, but the speed at which he stood and helped her to her feet complimented the look he gave her.  “Should I apparate us or would you rather decide where we go?”

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"Oh, take a little jab, Farid. Don't take life so seriously," said the woman who was very serious about life. But having drinks in her system made life a little more bearable. She wasn't consumed by life she had before get to her. Kenneth was a blip. All that mattered was the here and now. And now was Farid.

"I'm not one to tell lies. Tease, yes, but not lie. Just sit back and take it like a man," she winked. "Maybe you shouldn't hide secrets," she raised a brow. "Wine. Wine all night if you would like to get me another," Sinistra smiled.

Farid knew his hair was perfectly in place. He never left the office or home without making sure he was presentable in the public eye. Appearance was everything and this he knew. Hues follow the witch over, taking her in, as she sat in the chair opposite of him. "You should not tell lies, Ms. Lowe, it will never do you well in the end." A smirk dances on his features. "What are we drinking tonight?"

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Sinistra scanned the room. Full of dragon memorabilia. She wasn't surprised. Arlette had an obsession. She couldn't blame the woman. Dragons were fascinating creatures who could cause much destruction and, she had to admit, were beautiful. Her obsession lied in writing her book so she understood having a hyperfixation on something.

“I’ve been well, thank you.” She took a seat on the couch Arlette motioned to. “Our associates have been quite friendly. I’m not one to complain. — about them anyway.” She made her tea that was brought out by silent house elf.

“My book, yes. Everyone — and I mean everyone — need to know the trouble with muggles and how dangerous they are. They should not be in our world.” She took a sip of her tea. “On that note I’m always interested in research where I can get it off you’re willing. Shall I get out my notebook?”

Bumble the Niffler only paid Sinistra a passing interest before shuffling off in search of whatever object held his interest. Arlette gave a kind smile however and gestured to another couch, snapping her fingers at the house elf to serve refreshments.

"How have you been keeping, have our associates been treating you well?" Her voice was soft, slightly accented with the lilt of her homeland "I've heard whispers of your research, people talk and i listen.

"If youre interested, i can share some delightful information on the filth of Muggles and what they've done to magical communities from a European perspective" She gave Sinistra a careful look, like she was evaluating the woman. "My family and people know better than most of that. The unique cruelty of the muggle"

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"Even if the drinks weren't free, don't you think you would owe your date the luxury of getting drunk at yet another wedding?" Sinistra questioned. "But you make a good point. Free drinks are always better. Better for the bride and groom -- or whoever -- to pay for them than us," she said as she took a large sip of her drink. "I'll have to thank the servers." Sinistra tried to keep a straight face but immediately started laughing. "Okay, I won't thank the servers. Who knows who they are anyway. No one of importance since they're just walking around getting people through a wedding who don't want to be here." Which brought her to the topic.

"Yes. Sethos." She took a big gulp this time. She was a little surprise Thorfinn mentioned him to Sinistra -- even if he was the groom. Not that any of whatever she and Sethos had had was of note -- or Thorfinn for that matter. But still. She had been in both their beds. Or tables. Or corners of alleyways. Wherever. -- and had fond memories with both of them. "I'm ashamed of him having such a ...diverse crowd attending. Isn't a wedding supposed to be special or something?" She finished her drink. "Where's one of those no-names? I need another drink."

"If the drinks are free, I feel it would be wrong of us not to indulge." The blonde raised a brow at Sinistra when she mentioned he would be fetching her drinks. "I do believe they have servers who will be supplying our drinks." He definitely wasn't one that would cater to her all night, at least not in the manner of drinks.

Azure hues glance around the room, his nose crinkles a little noticing those beneath them. "I would have thought Sethos would have had better taste in guests."

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It was an interesting turn of events with Thorfinn asked Sinistra to attend the Flint wedding with him. Two men she had slept with. One getting married and one as a date. It was something she laughed about to herself. It was a small world. She and Thorfinn hadn't exactly spent time together recently but she found the opportunity to be his date a curious one. And Sinistra was nothing if not curious. Besides, it could lead to a fun night rather than a dull one of playing nice with people she wanted nothing to do with.

"Ah, drinks. Finally," she said as she took the drink from him. "You can't have a wedding and not have plenty of drinks. You'll be busy getting me plenty all night. Are you up for the task?" She raised a brow. "Maybe if you don't live up to it I'll change your tux pink what after all. I'm sure the bride and groom would love it, what with the strict dress code, of course."

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Thorfinn knew that attending with Sinistra would not lead to a dull night. Like usual, uncertainty was his life, and all he could do was let the roller coaster ride take him to the next drop. He returned to his date with two drinks in his hand, holding a glass out to her. "What do you think?" He glanced around, only guessing how much was spent to put on something this elaborate. "I was surprised to see how strict the dress code was. I almost considered wearing pink." Not that he would, but the thought crossed his mind.