WELCOME

[REYNOLD ADONIS LESTRANGE]

Rey didn't mingle, wasn't his thing really. He was more than at ease around his little circle of friends and family not that he couldn't met new people. He just didn't want to. He was vain enough to think he was better than everyone else and above meeting some random people while traveling. Still after all the traveling he had been doing lately he had to admit it was nice to be able to come back to Hogsmeade and merely relax. to be honest it was roaming around Knockturn Alley or go home which he really didn't want to do at the moment.

The kids were lovely and all but if he had to listen to non stop screaming anymore he was merely going to Avada on one of the little buggers and wouldn't that be lovely. Either locked up for the rest of his life of his darling wife Cat would kill him on the spot. She seemed a bit more relaxed now that she wasn't carrying around the twins but not by much. He sighed letting his mind wander though Quidittch drills to keep himself from hexing the new person that accidentally brushed against him on the cramped ally.Since when had Knockturn get so popular he mussed to himself before finally making his way into one of the shady looking pubs.


He brushed back the hood of his cloak then turning steel blues up to glance about and see if anyone of interest was here. It seemed like almost no one was settled into the damp and dark pub so he merely shrugged one black covered shoulder and made his way over to the bar. He'd get a drink then collect the items that he told Tonin he would get the next time he was here. He wondered if it would stay this quiet or if someone else would wander in. Hopefully someone half interesting at the very least.

[antonin cassius dolohov]

It had been awhile since Antonin Dolohov had time to himself; now that he was an actual Falcon for the Falmouth Quidditch team, practise kept him busy nearly every day of the week. But that was alright with Tonin, he was used to grueling practises that lasted longer than what was really necessary. Peeling off his jersey he tossed it into the hamper and made his way to his locker, massaging the side of his neck as he reached with his free hand for a fresh collared shirt. Every aching muscle in his being was yelling at him that he should return to his flat and take a hot shower, or just rest. He'd get to doing those things after he had a drink or two, maybe three - depending on his mood once he got to the pub.

Minutes later the eldest Dolohov was at the entrance of the all too familiar alley, Knockturn Alley. The left corner of his mouth twitched up into a small smirk as all the good times he and his mates had while they were in school. Letting out a small chuckle and a small shake of his head, he took the first steps into Hogsmeade. The six foot tall athlete didn't stop until he reached the front door of a small, uninviting pub, pushing his way through the door and immediately scanning the room to see if there were, by any chance, any familiar faces.

At first he didn't recognize the blond that was seated alone, but after a double look he let out another chuckle, walked over to the barmaid and ordered a round of firewhiskey. Once he had his drink, he took a sip and made his way towards Lestrange's table. As soon as he was close enough, Antonin clamped his hand on Rey's shoulder and gave it a nice rough push making his way around the table to seat himself directly across from his fellow Slytherin alumni, "Well, well, well if it isn't Mr. Burke without the missus. You are here without Cat, right?" He gave the blond a wink before taking another gulp and setting the half empty goblet down. "What brings you here?"

[REYNOLD ADONIS LESTRANGE]

He was mentally mussing to himself when a rough pat and shove to his shoulder made him snap back to attention. He narrowed his eyes looking upward to see who the hand was attached to when his eyes landed on Tonin. The frown eased up and was replaced with a smirk before he idly waved at the chair across from him letting Tonin know he was more than welcome to sit and join him. Not that he needed to because in that moment Tonin was sitting down like he owned the table or something. Typical Dolohov behavior.

He snorted at the comment handed to him by his best friend and rolled his eyes before taking a long drag of his drink. Btween both of the m now playing for teams and the twins he didn't often to get to see Tonin. Not like he had in school anyway. He made the mental note to track Tory down one day and buy him a drink as well. "I'll have you know I'm not with Cat every waking moment or something. I do have my own things to do." He offered a slightly narrowed look before finishing off his drink and signaling the bar keep for another round.

He settled back against his chair one hand resting on his chin as he looked at Tonin with his head tilted to the side. "Well you look worn in. Practice I take it? Or a new gel?"He smirked slightly reaching out to pull the new drink closer to himself before glancing back at Tonin waiting for an answer. He shifted in his seat letting his eyes bounce around the room before looking back at Tonin once more.

[antonin cassius dolohov]

Antonin gave him a 'if you say so' nod before downing the rest of the goblet's contents and waving the bar keep down for another one, and ordered an extra one just so he didn't have to keep asking for another one ten seconds later. "I would have thought you did spend every waking moment with her since you did, y'know, lock yourself in our dormitory with her while she was pregnant last year. Just saying." Broad shoulders went up in a shrug, handing coming out when his order came and took a drink.

He offered a rarely seen half-smile and gave another shrug, "What do you think the answer is?" Antonin hoped it wouldn't be too hard for Rey to figure it out, but then again, knowing the blonde he probably would've thought it was a new girl. It wasn't. At all. And that made Tony feel a bit sad. Yes, he loved chasing girls and getting into their skirt every chance he got just like he did back in school, but since Quidditch was practically filling his schedule from dusk to dawn... it was just crazy.

Grey eyes glanced at the new father and wondered how he managed putting up with Quidditch, being married, having kids and hanging out with old pals. Shaking his head he asked, "Seen Tory around? I haven't since we graduated. I reckon he's either dead or in Romania. By the by, when do I get to see my godchildren? And you did name one of them after me, yes? Or at least the boy's middle name." A smirk played on his lips as he took another swig of fire whiskey.