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- OOC First Name
- Liam
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- Black Palm w/ Crook Grip 15'' Essence of Peruvian Vipertooth Scale
New Orleans

New Orleans looked like no other place in United States. The French Quarter was a unique place with blocks of townhouses and cottages standing side-by-side, up against the sidewalk. The hotel he was staying wasn't far from there and Caio had already walked around the district the previous day. There was such a melange of people moving at all hours of the day and night in the very center of the city where the bars have no closing hour and that the food was spicy. At least that was what he had found out just for the twenty four hours he was already there. The clouds boasted with mystical colors that afternoon as the sun descended the sky. Caio had left the hotel to meet an old friend and classmate at a restaurant. As he was early to meet his friend, he decided to have a stroll around the city. Dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, he walked down Bourbon Street where music was pulsating everywhere.
Caio admired the colonnaded houses of different colors. He could catch a whiff of jasmine blossoms, possibly coming from the pots of the narrow balconies above him and he could distinguish the lilt of Spanish spoken around him. Soul food restaurants were really prominent in the area but Caio was looking for a particular Chinese restaurant that evening. It was the topic of many long conversations by the fireplace with the friend he was going to meet and he was looking forward to see it from close up. It wasn't hard for him to find it. It was the only building with dragon architrave and Chinese lanterns swinging at the touch of the warm breeze. Caio smiled when he read the neon sign. "So this is the Red Dragon." he murmured to himself with his exotic accent. He was still a bit early but he decided to get inside and opened the door.
The interior of the Red Dragon was showered with a warm, dim light from the lanterns hanging from the wooden ceiling. A lot of plants and particularly bamboos were used as a decoration and were giving the impression that you had just stepped inside the a lush jungle. "Good evening. A table for two, please." he greeted the maitre and he was taken to a table by the window, past a small dragon fountain. Caio was asked if he wanted to drink something while waiting. "Yes, please. A red lotus would be great." he ordered a cocktail he had tried before at another Chinese restaurant and the waiter left. Caio took the time he was left alone to observe better the interior. There were both families enjoying their time with their children and couples on a date, chatting under the dim light. Outside the large window, people were meeting with friends for a night out and they were entering the many bars along the street. Caio was so absorbed in observing the passing by people that he was startled when his iphone vibrated in his pocket.
A notification was flashing on the touch screen, reminding him of an email he had to send to his foreman. He started composing a message as the waiter returned with his drink. Deep inside him he hoped that he wasn't going to be bombarded with emails tonight. It was supposed to be a classmates' reunion, not a business meal like the ones he used to have a lot the past few years. Being the son of the owner of one of the largest geothermal energy companies of South America, was instantly putting an unbearable weight on his shoulders. Any aspiration of a career in the wizardry world was eliminated from the time he graduated from Salem Institute. Caio was very close to his muggle father and always wanted to make him proud. In his head, there was no other choice but to work at his father's company, eventually become its manager and continue his father's legacy. Meetings weren't exactly the kind of thing he had been dreaming of but he was doing well for the past five years.
Still, he was finding himself sometimes reminiscing his school years when he was carefree and he was able to play Quidditch, his favorite sport, more often. This reunion was something he was really looking forward to, despite that he was going to see just one of his old classmates. His lips touched the rim of the cocktail glass and took a sip. An interesting play of flavors tickled his taste buds. It was both intensely sweet and delicately refreshing with the distinct flavor of lychee accented with the lighter taste of cranberry. His cellphone vibrated on the table and he grabbed it to read the response to his previous email.