In The Mirror

[Isaac Pike]

Strobe lighting of a nightclub in the upper class area of Auckland, New Zealand. It had become something that was very normal to the 18 year old. The loud banging noise of the song and the flashing lights were what Isaac Pike currently lived for. They were his home. He knew that he was meant to be at school. Meant to be the top of his class. Reading the books and doing all the homework. But he'd been dumped by a girl, he'd gone out with because he'd felt sorry for her. Of course he had never expected to fall in love with her, but that was life. Cruel and backstapping. The b!tch had called him boring. Self absorbed and Stupid. He'd retorted by calling her a series of nasty and demeaning words he didn't even mean. But, That was that. And this was New Zealand. He'd just hit his birthday. The big 18. Now, he was legally Allowed to drink in a number of countries and that was what Isaac planned to do. He had a glass of Jack Daniels in his hand and his eyes were moving from girl to girl. This American boy knew how much his parents would disapprove of his current behaviour. But he wasn't bothered. They had long disapproved if him, and all he was doing was proving how right they had been. He'd gone to a school pretty far away from his family, since him and his father did not quite see eye to eye. He at times felt bad about the fact he'd left his little sister. But Isaac didn't really care all that much. There was a smal amount of wonder in him as to how he'd managed to get into such a club as the one he was in. Isaac went to ones that were not so upper class. He went to many but, most weree in the middle, full of people who just wanted a good time, and didn't want a price tag or name to go with it. It was fair to assume that Isaac had been going to the clubs for the girls. New Zealand was a hot bed for beautiful girls. And in a place like this the girls were far more beautiful. It was why, he was looking out for his prey. Isaac looked round to his two friends, Two guys he'd brought with him from Beauxbatons. Both out for a good time. Isaac smiled as they smiled back. He finished his drink in one and then headed back to the bar. After buying another round of shots, he walked back to the table. Carefully not accidentally putting his fingers into any of the drinks. Upon his return he noticed that three girls had come to the table. Isaac smiled and sat back down. After short introductions Isaac had one girl, who's name he didn't even know sat on his lap. He had his hands on her side and she was describing her recent trip to Australia. One thing that Isaac knew was that the girl was a lot more drunk than he was. Isaac was no light weight. He could take many drinks before feeling any real effect. He knew it was a pretty awful thing, but it didn't to him. He still drunk until he pretty much passed out.

Before he even knew it, Isaac was aware of the girl taking him to the corner of the club. He wasn't even sure she knew what she was doing. She looked like the type who had a boyfriend. But who was Isaac to judge, what happened in a club stayed in a club. He then, smiled at her and took the lead. Leading her to the back corner. And pushing her up against the wall. He kissed her, as she kissed him. He ran his hands down her back and to her waist, as she wrapped her legs around her. After sharing a few more kisses, and nothing more, Isaac removed his hands and the drunk girl from around him, He handed her over to some passing girl, if they knew each other it didn't matter. He just let the girl go off with the other, smiling a small thanks to her, before heading back into the depths of the club. It was fair to say that he was pretty much acting out over his breakup. But he wanted to prove to her that she'd been wrong, and that he could have fun. Lots of fun. And it was exactly what he was doing in New Zealand. He had taken two months to do what ever he pleased and he was coming up to the end of his first month. Isaac had fun, maybe it wasn't the conventional fun, and he wasn't really ever sober when he had fun, but partying and being with girls was his current idea of fun. Obviously there was the small not so fun moment when he had to sneak out of some girls apartment in the morning, or afternoon depending on when they'd gotten in and when he'd woken up, with a pounding head and a desperate feeling of finding his clothes before she saw him leave. It was just the way Isaac was currently living. He was actually in New Zealand for a reason. His sister had contracted Luckemia. And while his family were finding it hard to cope, Isaac had found a different method. He still went to the hospital each day to visit her. He brought her gifts and flowers. He told her jokes and reminded her she would be fine. Isaac went while his parents were out. Since they didn't approve of his recent life choices. But he wasn't too bothered. In fact he didn't actually really care at all what they thought of him. He was never drunk in front of his sister and was there everyday without fail. When he returned to France he had promised to write everyday. So Isaac still cared. He just didn't show that side of him when he went out. Isaac passed his friend who was dancing with one of the other girls and they exchanged a smile and a hi5, before Isaac continued on to the bar. At the bar he noticed a girl sitting alone. She didn't appear to be getting drinks for others, but then he could be wrong. Isaac smiled. Here was a girl who he could be with for the night. He went to the bar, "Hey," He said to the girl, sitting down beside her before turning to the barman "Just a beer" He asked, Isaac had an odd accent, a cross between american and french. "And what can I get you?" He asked the girl smiling at her.​

 

[Solenn Goldameir]

Hazel eyes glanced around their surroundings quickly before a pair of legs jogged across the busy street. A moment passed and the girl just stopped at the curb of the street and watched the life around her. A mother was scolding her young child, another person almost got run over by a car whose driver was now angrily screaming out. All the noise, and the chaos felt strange for Solenn. Yet, solitude and quiet she sought. Living in Beverly Hills most of the time set her up for company ninety-nine percent of her day and now, in the city she loved and felt so secure in, she needed her escape. The brunette witch blended into the crowds as she walked down the streets of New Zealand. Crossing the road, her destination was the tiny, but expensive and exotic shop that she was absolutely fascinated by. Solenn's brown hair were in locks and half of it was pulled together by a clip. She wore a pea coat, a light pair of black jeans and black boots that went up almost to her knee, had a pointed toe and a very little skinny heel. She was flushed beyond belief. It was dark and gloomy she was doing more walking then normal but in reality Solenn was having a pretty good time, spending it by herself and all. Yet, in the back of her mind her thoughts were plagued by something darker than expected. Her happiness was held back by something she was not sure was trivial or not. her nightmares were becoming stronger. her nightmare, really. Shaking her head Solenn deemed to forget her thoughts of darkness.Placing one bag into her other, Solenn carefully pressed open the door. taking a large step up, as she entered an unknown bar. She was after all eighteen and she needed a place to stay for a while. The only thing that Solenn had drunk before was wines, champaign and some sparkling juices but not rum, beer nor whiskey. Glancing back and forth as she watched different girls flirting at the same time dancing and most especially drinking alcohol. Obviously, Solenn was in the wrong place at the wrong time. This wasn't the type of girl Solenn was, hanging out inside the bars. Solenn was confused. Her parents were absolutely mad and full of range when she left them without any reason or even a permission. She wanted to be alone to think about some thinks, especially her future. Her parents wanted her to be the successor of their own company. Though it wasn't Solenn's dream it was her parents.

There were boys staring at her some looked odd and drunk. She wasn't in the mood to entertain guys right now, never was. She pulled out an empty chair at a nearby table she caught insight. "What am I seriously doing here" she thought to himself as she stated to take a deep breath. The air was indeed intoxicated by the smoke of cigars and even the smell of alcohol was deadly. It wasn't her first time being in a place like this, her so called friends were usually inviting her for some shots and all. She then remembered the first time when she was left in a bar drunk, her so called friend had left her unprotected. The media came storming and started to intriguer her, both of her parents were mad and wanted to nearly kill her. The name Goldameir were stained and disputed. Shaking her head once more she started to think of nothing, nothing but now. There was obviously nothing for her to do and so she decided to leave the place but before leaving she was surprised by a man greeting her. Raising her left eyebrow as the man started to pull out at her table. He was obviously drunk. "No thank you, I think I'm going to leave now." she hissed as she looked at the man with a straight face. Solenn stood up and got her things hoping the man wouldn't stop her or make a scene.

 

[Isaac Pike]

Being a frequent "clubber", Isaac had learned his way around the, and the people that were in them. There were the large groups of girls, generally single. Who looked for a good time, and little commitment. The pairs that didn't even look for others. Mixed groups which had everything imaginable and the groups of males, who just let the girls come to them. Isaac wasn't exactly what kind of person he was. He didn't try to look for different girls. Every so often he'd start off the conversation, but mainly he waited for the girl to come to him. It didn't really matter to him if he hooked up or not, just that he had a good time. It didn't mean he needed to be drunk. Some days he chose to not even drink. This however was just not that often and he found that while he could have fun without alcohol it was a lot more fun with alcohol. Isaac only visited a few clubs more than once. It was through a force of habit of not calling girls back. If he didn't call back they tended to not be very happy, especially if he'd said he would call back. It was just the way Isaac was nowadays. He was no longer a one girl man. He didn't stay with any one girl longer than he needed to. It was the way he managed. Nursing hang overs were also something he'd learned to do. it was pretty simple if he knew what to do. He'd always really known how to deal with them. And considering he had to walk back from most places in the morning, the walk never failed to help him feel better and sober up. His little sister always laughed as he always spent the first half hour of their time together falling asleep besider her. Coffee had become Isaacs best friend. He never went anywhere without it. And that was just the way things were. He had coffee and espresso, almost daily. All in all, it was why his parents thought that what he was doing was in the long run going to be the worst possible thing he could ever do. But Isaac didn't care. His ex-girlfriend had stepped on his heart as if it was some feather lying in the middle of the street and not something he treasured dearly. It wasn't wrong to say that he would be taking his time if he ever came across another girl. If he did ever, the way he was heading he didn't have any plans to get tied down by any girl. Isaac wasn't even bothering half the time to speak with the girl. Ask her questions. Tell her she's pretty and show some form of concern and most girls who were drunk were in his hands pretty quickly. This didn't mean that he wasn't a fan of chase. He loved chasing a girl for a while. It lead to a lot of fun. It was different and interesting and made for a good few nights. He was quick determined when he put his mind to it. It was why until recently he'd been the top of his class. Now, he was putting his talents to less of a good use. Isaac turned his attention back to the club. It was a good club, good music, but the price to get in was more expensive than the champagne that could be bought at smaller clubs.

The girl who was beside him, didn't at all seem like the type to come to clubs often. To him she seemed out of place. It was curious to him that should be in such a state, the girl was pretty after all. He figured that she thought he was drunk, and while this was almost true, he was still on the less drunk side of things. A few more heavy drinks and he would be heading towards the opposite side and looking to leave. Isaac had pretty much mastered knowing when too much happened. He'd had a few experiences and he knew the signs. He watched as the girl made to leave. "Now, why would you do that. You just got here right." Isaac said giving money to the barman and taking his beer. He turned to face her. He had his usual fairly charming smile. He didn't bother to be anything other than himself most days. But, that depended on the club, of course here, he had to be himself, only be slightly richer. "I'm not going to force you into staying, that's your own choice, but why come then go almost straight after." Then he realised something. The girl looked familiar to him. He wasn't sure how. He was American, but he hadn't been back home in years and France didn't really keep that up to date, yet the girl seemed familiar. "Are you a model or something, because you look familiar, and no that isn't some line. Have we maybe met before?" He took a sip of his beer between sentences. He was sure he'd seen her before. he really wasn't sure where from and he hoped that this wasn't some girl he'd already slept with, but she did. And he wasn't about to say otherwise. "I'm sorry, if we haven't met before, or if you just look like someone I know." He wondered if he should introduce himself, but thinking this girl probably didn't like someone who was forward, instead he just waited for her to say something.​

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[Solenn Goldameir]

For the past week or so, however, something was different. One couldn't say Solenn was her old happy self, but there was something a bit lighter to his demeanor. She spend as much time cooped up in her penthouse, the only place so far where she stays safe.Apparently there were still some aspects of Solenn's old personality still hidden inside of her.
There wasn't any reason for Solenn to stay though the boy seems to be intriguing. How she hoped there wasn't any paparazzi around the place, good thing she wasn't holding a beer or anything most especially from a dirty club like this. Taking a deep breath she then glanced back at the guy who was holding a bottle of beer, such a waste. Upon hearing if she was a model or rather familiar, Solenn bite her lips and started to hear feel her heart pounding paster and faster. The first thing that Solenn though was maybe her parents gave a report or something is willing to offer a reward. Next was the billboard thing she posted for a new cosmetic line she just signed in. She didn't knew what to do and even say next, shaking her head she decided to stay calm. "Are you aware that you just asked the same questions over and over again?" she hissed at the boy as she wandered her eyes checking if no one was staring at them. "No." she then continued on answering the question of the drunk guy.

Out of Character:

Sorry if it's quite short. It's quite past my bedtime

 

[Isaac Pike]

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<SIZE size="50">Making little sense as a drunk was another reason why Isaac tended to stay away from talking to the girls. Letting them talk, but this girl was different. Not only was he sure he'd seen her before, but he was very much interested in her. Winning her heart, no, winning a night with her, yeah. Isaac didn't even think about looking for something to tie himself down. He just shrugged to her. The girl seemed pretty stuck up to him. He really appreciate that, he was trying to be nice to her. And she was being some what rude. It wasn't his fault he was slightly drunk and she wasn't. It was why at times, that he believed that things were better with alcohol. Of course, not every situation required alcohol, but this girl, to him clearly needed to loosen up and just breath for a while. Not let herself be so caught in her own world. It was something that Isaac loved about his time in New Zealand, no two nights were ever the same. He was always sure that one night would be the complete opposite of another and that was just the way things were. He knew that not all of the time things were great, and there were nights where things just dragged, but most of the time, it was perfectly fine. He took another drink of his beer and shrugged once more. "So what if I am. What does it matter. At least I know how to have a good time." Isaac said to her. He didn't really have the time for a girl like her, but she had made him curious and now she was on his radar he wanted to be with her. Maybe not for very long, but it didn't really matter. She clearly didn't want to do anything with him. But, she did look awfully familiar. He titled his head slightly and just stared. Trying to place it. "No, I've seen you before. In a magazine." Isaac closed his eyes and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, trying to desperately figure out where he'd seen her before. His sister read magazines. But he couldn't remember the name. "I'm sure, I've seen your face in a magazine. My sister reads them. I want to say that it begins with S" Isaac wondered if the girl would just go, or if she'd stay around. He didn't really care if he was that honest. She was just another girl that he met in some club. Nothing new about that. Nothing special.​

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[Solenn Goldameir]

Solenn wanted to leave but there was something or rather someone that made her change her mind. It was the guy who seems to be quite attractive and cunning. She guessed that he wasn't that drunk for speaking in a normal way, though she wanted to leave the bar. The air was indeed suffocating her minute by minute. Upon hearing the guys word, Solenn was a bit shock. She was very aware that there were a dozen and more magazines around the muggle world that's been spread.Some even includes poster of her, Solenn can't deny that she loves the camera. "Perhaps, your that was somebody else." she hissed back at him. Unaware of what to do next, she could sense that it was now past midnight. The moon started to glow up in the sky as it shined, while it was reflected by the windows. "La lune est belle" she sighed as she gazed up at the moon. It was the only thing on her mind, she wished the guy would stop guessing who she was.

 

[Isaac Pike]

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Isaac Noah Pike was not the type of person who enjoyed forgetting things. Especially when it came to pretty girls. He much preferred when he could remember at least something. The name with a face. But, this girl looked like someone he knew but he had no idea what her name was. He didn't want to stab a guess at it, because he knew she'd probably lie to him and say yes to the first name. He might be a little drunk, but he was not stupid. He could remember things mostly. Of course after a few more drinks and Isaac would be less inclined to remember some things. Still, while drunk he wasn't much different from his usual self. Maybe danced a little more, and he spoke a little more freely, but apart from that he was pretty normal drunk. Well, he didn't know how he was when he got completely hammered. Those mornings where he woke up with no clue where he was, who he was with, and what had happened. Those tended to happen more when he was at house parties, there was just more of a heavy drinking atmosphere, He put it down to the fact that the alcohol was not something that had to be paid for. Isaac knew that he would remember a girl that was as pretty as the girl seemed to be. It was dark, so it was a little difficult to tell. Isaac had dark blonde, golden hair, and his eyes were almost a golden colour, hinting towards brown. They were pretty distinct, like his parents. In most lights they were just a light brown, but close enough the real colour could be noticed. A smile appeared on Isaac's face when it appeared that she was staying. He couldn't help but feel like he'd achieved something. Maybe she would never be a friend, and he doubted they'd ever meet again, but he had managed to make her stay at least for a little longer. He just watched her, smiling as he did so. He took another sip of his beer. French. She'd just spoken french to him. He smiled even more. "Vous-êtes aussi très belle. Est-ce que vous venez de la France?" His french was pretty good for an American. It hinted towards being American, but it wasn't terrible. "Je viens de Boston, USA, mais j'habite à Toulon en France." Isaac loved french. It was a perfect language to him. He almost loved it more than he loved english. "I'm Isaac, Isaac Noah. " He introduced himself with his first and middle name. It would be more difficult for her to find him, if something did happen between them.​

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Out of Character:

Means - You are also very beautiful, are you from france. I am from Boston USA, but i live in Toulon in France.

 

[Solenn Goldameir]

Solenn wasn't a girl of words, she rather appreciate some actions. Fighting to keep her features blank, Solenn shook her head in slight amusement. Who knew, that the hut speaks french" she thought to himself as she faced the guy. Although it was dark, she could barely notice the guys feautures. All she could see was his blonde hair and his beautiful eyes that shimmers like the stars. She couln't help but to follow the flow of their conversation. "Merci, pas que je suis au courant. Je vois." she said with a little tease at the end of her toungue. Solenn loved France though she always seem to move from place to place as a child. Beverly Hills was mostly the place she stayed for so long. Though Solenn's accent was pretty much odd in a way, she was english and american at same time. A mixture of heritage if described. She tried to reach out her hand forward hoping she could introduce herself formally. Pleasure meeting you, Solenn Erina" she answered him back. She didn't wanted to say her family name to anyone especially a stranger. There was of feeling of hers that Isaac wasn't a spy or papparazzi or something that wanted to have a picture of her. Solenn tried to flash him a charming smile hoping she could stay his eyes on him.

 

[Isaac Pike]

Being in love with a different country from his orginal one was not that Isaac ever thought he would be able to claim. But, he hadn't ever thought France would have such a huge impact on his life. He wasn't the type that ever looked too deeply into the future. Sure younger he'd wanted to be a healer, but that was the past. Now, Isaac didn't know what he wanted to do, much less what he wanted to do with the rest of his week. He was the type to literally just go with the wind. He didn't care about what happened in his life. As long as he was happy and not thinking of the b!tch that had broken his heart, he would be fine. He knew this. He was pretty much certain of it. He knew it worked with a little alcohol. He would eventually go back to France. France was more his home now, and he didn't really feel welcome in his home in New Zealand. So as soon as his time was up he'd head back to Beauxbatons, finish his final year and then do whatever he wanted. He coudl tell that the girl had been surprised by his french and this made him smile. He loved surprising people who thought less of him. It just showed that a person could never be judged by the way they looked or first impressions. Isaac hadn't really assumed much about the girl in front of him. Apart from the fact that he thought she was very rich, and she was most likely homeschooled. It didn't cross his mind that she'd be a witch. There was no way of asking without making it obvious, or telling the world the best kept secret of all time. He noticed that she'd reached out her hand and Isaac took it and lifted it to his lips, kissing it very lightly. He'd grown used to greeting girls like that. It also seemed that in a place like this, very formal greetings were something to do. He dropped her hand. "Nice to meet you too Solenn" Isaac said to her. He noticed that she flashed a charming smile his way. He smiled back at her. He noticed her hazel eyes and smiled even more. He wondered if she had been able to make out his eyes. He wasn't generally that bothered, he ignored most compliments his way. His golden eyes were a pretty distinct feature about Isaac, but he acted as if his eyes were boring. "Now, that drink. You can't turn me down now Solenn. Just one drink." Isaac had managed to finish his beer and was now interested in getting another drink, but he would have to wait until the girl either agreed to have a drink with him, or left.​

 

[Solenn Goldameir]

Solenn have never been in love, yes she did have some boyfriends along her life but there were no commitment or even something near to that. Her parents marriage were fixed, she didn't wanted to have her future to be like that. That was also the one reason why she left them. A guy he barely knew, as if she could love him in an instant. Before that could happen, she decided to leave and start a new journey. Apart form being single for almost a year, she loved the fact that she could move freely without any paparazzi chasing her. She wasn't much fond of attention from the media, but for normal people she does. Upon hearing Isaac's request she tried to digest his words and try to think about it. "One drink wouldn't hurt I suppose." she said to him in response. There was a tiny problem or issue for Solenn, she does not drink beer. Local or unbranded beer to be exact. She was more of a champaign, cocktail, and wine lover girl. She didn't wanted to embarrass herself by means of asking the guy of suggestions he may have on his mind. Solenn went back to his table, as it was still vacant. She knew the guy would follow her. She then pulled out an empty chair towards hair and decided to have a seat. Crossing his legs and started to stare at mesmerizing eyes of the boy.

 

[Isaac Pike]

As it appeared that the girl was going to stay, Isaac Pike had the trouble of picking what kind of drink she would like. He knew that she wouldn't be the beer type, or the whisky/whiskey type. Jack Daniels and Vodka also seemed out the picture. He wondered what kind of wine she would maybe like. He didn't want to assume that she favoured white or rosy because that was what women tended to like. He looked round as she walked to where he'd been sitting previously. Before turning to the bartender, and asking his opinion on wines. Something told him that no matter what he picked he would have to pay quite a bit. He had to pretend to be rich, and clearly this was the way to do it. He was a simple kind of guy, he liked his drinks simple. He liked to be able to do whatever pleased him. He liked to drink anything really. But, the simple things tended to have a lot less alcohol. After a brief conversation with the bartender, he ordered two glasses of chateauneuf du pape wine. According to the guy it was very good wine. He picked the 2024 bottle and Isaac paid. Hoping that the girl would enjoy the choice. He took the two glasses of the wine and walked over to where she was sitting. He placed the drink in front of her, and placed his glass beside it before sitting back down. He was sat just beside her. "Were you staring at me while I ordered?" He said jokingly. Wondering if she was even interested in him, or just because they'd found they had something in common(french) she was putting up with him. He didn't really want to waste all his time on a girl who didn't remotely care about him. He was curious about her. His mind had not given up on finding out who she was, he knew he'd seen her before. He was just bidding his time. Eventually he knew he would remember. "I got us some red wine, chateauneuf du pape, 2024. It was a beautiful year for wine. I hope you like wine, I wasn't sure what you would like, you don't seem like the beer type." Isaac said raising his glass. "Here is to new acquaintances. And hopefully Friends." Isaac smiled at her, before taking a drink of his wine. The bar tender had been right about one thing, it was great wine. And he could almost smell how expensive it had been. After this, Isaac had decided that should she stay, he was introducing her to the wonders of Smirnoff. And Campbell's. "So, Solenn, I have to ask, why did you come to a club alone? A girl as pretty as you surely has countless friends to join her to a place like this." He was just curious, but he knew the way he'd said it, didn't really give off that impression. His choice of words, did remind him that he had to really think over what he said. He was a little drunk after all.​

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[Solenn Goldameir]

For a guy who seems to be semi-drunk, Isaac seems to impress Solenn. She watched him as he went to the bartender and ordered for their drinks. Solenn was left sitting and waiting for his return. There were still many people inside the bar, some looking for sex,money and mostly some fun. She could barely she her watch, to check on the time. Though she was very much aware that it was already morning or rather late. As Isaac was done with the orders, he presented her with ed wine, chateauneuf du pape, 2024. It was a great choice of wine indeed. "Merci" she thanked him. Solenn also raided her glass and smiled at Isaac. She then nodded, as if it was a sign that she agrees with his idea. "I do have lots of friends actually, but I was thinking to spend some alone time. Unfortunately, I got lost inside this bar. she said to him in response. Solenn didn't wanted to ask the same question back at him, she somehow knew that he was just looking for a girl to spend with. So, Isaac I guess it's my turn to ask. she said to him with a hint of laughter. "What's a fine man doing here at a late time? I suppose you're not a student by all means?" she continued on. Solenn finally decided to ask the same question and add some more.

 

[Isaac Pike]

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<SIZE size="50">A smile appeared on the boy's face as he sat with Solenn, it appeared that he was making a good impression on her. It wasn't that hard for him. He knew that the choice of drink had been the right one. He could tell by the fact that she didn't thank him in a way that sounded very unconvincing. He couldn't help but feel he was actually getting somewhere with the girl. They were passed the first post. The awkward first conversation that couldn't be avoided when it came to girls like Solenn. They weren't bad, or annoying, in fact he liked a little chase. It was nice. It lead to something different. Sometimes, Isaac would chose to not actually sleep with the girl, feeling that a friendship could be formed instead of a one night stand. He nodded as she said she had lots of friends. Isaac was a little skeptical of that fact. Sure she could have a few friends, but he was sure none of them were at this club with her and weren't the type of friends he had. Those that he would do anything with. Isaac wasn't exactly a follower, but then he did go as part of a crowd a little more often than he would say. It was why he had a tattoo on his wrist. He had wanted it, but since all his other friends had been getting them he'd made the snap decision to make one. "Well, I'll have to help you find your friends, when you're ready to go. I'm good at finding people" Isaac offered before taking a drink of his wine. He shrugged slightly, she didn't need to ask him anything. The question wasn't one many others bothered to ask him. Generally it was how old he was, to which he always replied 18 (even before he turned 18), where he was from, and if he was single. Then there generally wasn't much more talking involved at all. "I'm here with friends. And I am. I'm at school in France, final year, but I had to come here for a few months. Family stuff." Isaac said honestly. Alcohol made him more honest than normal. "It does seem like my friends have found entertainment however." He pointed over to a small group of 2 other males and 2 girls. The males were his friends the girls not so much. "The two guys are my friends, and I have no idea who the girls are. Not friends, that's for sure. Can you see yours?"​

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[Solenn Goldameir]

Solenn had no intention about even seeing her so-called-friends, the fact that they were back in California away from Solenn seems to be a good idea. Rolling her eyes at the place, she wanted to somehow impress Isaac even she couldn't. It was indeed late, she could noticed her body being weaker and weaker. Solenn wasn't used to staying up late, though she tried her hardest to use her remaining energy. After walking around the place and stopping by the shops around the city seems to be tiring. "That won't be necessary, after all I don't have quite friends living here. New Zealand was a perfect place for Solenn, there were no sight of her so-called-friends or even a family member. She was nearly alone. "I see" was the only words that came out from her mouth, she also nodded with agreement. As she followed the direction of where Isaac finger was pointing at, she saw a couple of guys and girls flirting or rather entertaining themselves. Upon hearing the question of Isaac, Solenn bit her lips and tried to think of an answer. "There's no one I know here inside her except you." she answered truthfully. Solenn wondered what would happen next for the two of them.

 

[Isaac Pike]

Not much kept this Beauxbaton boy from spending his entire time and money at a bar. It was as he claimed his fashion of coping with the bullsh!t currently in his life. Sure, it meant soon he would have to head back to France for good and go back to school. He was in his last year, it was crucially important for him to be there. But he just didn't have the heart or botheredness to even remotely want to be at the school. Education wasn't for him right now. With his ex-girlfriend also at the school, and his sister in Hospital in New Zealand everything just seemed to be exploding in his face. The only think keeping him sane each night was the bottle of jack daniels he had beside his bed. SOmething he kept hidden from his parents but still close enough just incase he needed a little. It didn't mean that he wouldn't be sober. He was most of the day, just a few drinks here and there helped him through. Obviously he made a very big point of never drinking before visiting the sister. He was sure all the doctors would severely disapprove of him being even a little drunk before visiting the sister. Not to mention he hardlt wanted to negatively effect his sister. She was still the only sane person left in the family, despite what she was going through. Thankfully it did seem like it would be good news from the doctors, that she was getting better, just that it was slow. Half of the time, Isaac spent trying to persuade his parents that they should seek help from magical doctors, from healers. They would greatly help her. The process would be quicker, it would work. He was sure. It was true that Isaac had a lot of faith in magic. It was one of those things that he trusted more than anything else in the world. It wasn't that hard to trust magic. It was a great thing. It was the best thing ever. It helped him everyday, and he was sure in this time of need that it would help if they just allowed it too. But like Isaac his parents were stubborn there position would budge when pigs flew or when he could do it himself, but Isaac was not that good at magic, well he didn't actually know how good he was at magic, all he knew was that he would in time learn how to do things that would help people. His future career was not something often thought, he lived too much in the now to ever be able to deal with, What will be. What will come to pass. He took it one day at a time, and for the most part this method was the best method. He didn't have problems about everyday happiness, because each little thing was great. The little things made him happy. Made him feel free and willing. Isaac raised an eyebrow to the girl as she said he was the only person she knew, and yet he was sure he knew her from somewhere. It was too hard to place. But, he was sure that he did.

"Well, I'm glad to be the only person you know. It's not often I meet girls at clubs with the same pose and grace as you." Isaac said, raising his glass to her, and before taking a sip of his wine. The feel of alchol against his throat was soathing it was a taste he'd grown used to. More than anything. He loved it. It was exactly what he needed. It was the most perfect thing. It no longer cause the boy to want to throw up at the mere smell. The almost golden eyes of the boy glanced into the deep red colour of the wine. "This is good wine." He sounded almost surprised, like he had expected it to taste different. A taste he wouldn't enjoy. But that was false for a number of reason, he was no longer so specific when it came to alcohol. He'd learned to just drink anything. Sure, he had his favourites. He liked shots, because they got him drunk quickly, but he also enjoyed ciders and beer. "Do you dance?" Isaac thought that she perhaps not the type to dance, but it was worth a try. He was hopeful of getting lucky. The girl from earlier in the night was completely out of his mind. This girl in front of him was the only one he was focused on. That he would actually work to get.​

 

[Solenn Goldameir]

No matter how long her day was, Solenn Erina Goldameir knew she had something good waiting for her at the end of it. She was inside a public bar and some stranger who seems to be quite kind enough to accompany her but that doesn't mean she was that happy. Her memory was still fresh from what happened a weeks ago. She could hear her father's voice as he was talking to hear mother about their business,that sooner or later Solenn would take over. It wasn't her choice but her parents decision, She hated every word related to their company. Sure she could buy all the things she wants but there was something missing, it was love. She wanted to feel to be loved at some point of her life. The only one who seems to care about her was her Nana Soledad. Solenn then wondered how was the lady who took care of her since birth. As if Nana Soledad was her only family, her mother never took care of her, she was busy pretending that she was childless. Solenn never experienced having some bonding time with her mother nor father it was always her alone.

The flashback of her past made her feel restless, she was now staring blankly at the glass of wine as she held it close to her lips. She could still feel every pain and longing. That she forgot that there was a fine handsome man joining him. As she got a sip of her red wine , she could feel the sensation of the wine through her throat. It was sooting at the same time vibrant for her. She nodded in reaction to the wine Isaac was talking about. Solenn then woke up out of her mind upon hearing the boys question."Oh What? Dance? Uh well ballet and interpretative dancing" .she answered as she didn't got the hint that the boy was wondering if they could dance. After all the place was almost a club, where people started to dance aimlessly feeling the vibe and all.

 

[Isaac Pike]

The song changed in the club. It was a song that Isaac knew well. It was a club favourite. It was a good song. It had the usual club feel to it, but it was a sing that Isaac Pike knew that he'd be able to listen to if he wasn't in a club or if he was. It was that kind of song. Most of the songs played in clubs were songs that Isaac would never dare touch in any other situation and here was a song that he actually like. The smile on the Beauxbatons boy's face said it all. It said how much he loved it. He even knew the words to the song. He nodded as she clearly didn't get the nature of his question. It was becoming ever more clear that going to clubs was not something she did. Or even if she did she wasn't used to having a new guy she didn't know around her. So instead of waiting for her to get the hint he downed his glass of wine and then walked to her. He took the glass from her hands and placed it on the table. "Trust me, Solenn" Isaac smile and took her hands in his. A smile on his face and his eyes kept on hers. He quickly lead her to the dance floor if she did or didn't want to she didn't really have a say in the matter. He was a fairly good dancer. He didn't have any training but he knew the basics. And he was good at not standing on a girl's feet. He lead obviously but was sure she wasn't exactly going to hate it. "This is what I meant by dancing." he was smiling and looking fairly pleased. This was aspects of his drunk self coming to light. He was still not quite on the extremely drunk side. He knew that it probably wasn't something she liked, but she was in a club and Isaac had never claimed to be sober. Sure maybe he might have been slightly less drunk, but if she knew what his last girlfriend had done to him, she'd understand his need to numb the pain and hook up with any girl he saw and liked. It was in the boys nature to not actually tell girls much about himself, he did this deliberately so they'd never run the risk of meeting again. He was always just looking out for the best interests of everyone, so sure, sometimes it didn't end well for one party since they ended up with nothing and he was sure that it was annoying walking up to him not there. But, it was to be expected. "Solenn, you are a fantastic dancer." He complimented, actually meaning what he said. "Though you should relax, I'm not going to bite. And I am glad for your company. Even if you aren't glad of mine." Isaac smiled again, he was strictly speaking a little more honest than usual when he drank.​

 

[Solenn Goldameir]

As much as Solenn loved dancing, she wasn't allowed to express her talent with something libereal. Krumping and pop wasn't much favor to her parents, that she decided to give up dreaming and just continue ballet and interpretative dancing like her parents wanted. It was only during events or special occasions that she was also allowed to dance with a partner. But when her parents would approve of her dancing with a man it was only because the particular guy favored her parents. Solenn didn't liked fixed marriage or anything related to that, that was also the main reason why she left her home.It was a matter of choice and time for her to do that. Solenn was quite surprise when Isaac got her off her feet dancing, it felt free. "You're not bad yourself." she said in return to his compliment. She gazed at his golden eyes that stand most out of him. As if the gravity was gone, she was captured by Isaac. "I'm a bit tense I guess." Her eyes still fixed on his as they were dancing. As the music turned to a slow rock, she wanted to see if the guy knows how to dance a slow motion type of dance. "I'm not glad, just maybe overjoyed." she continued on she the two of them were dancing close together.

 

[Isaac Pike]

Not always clear to the Beauxbatons student was the fact that he could get over everything that had happened to him in a much more sane way. He did not have to act out. Out of control and completely out of character. It hadn't ever been his objective. When he'd come to New Zealand, he'd come to find friendship, and to talk things through with his parents. But, it wasn't like his parents understood how hard it was to fit in places like Beauxbatons when not actually french. The tattoo on his wrist had completely set them both off. They'd yelled and screamed. At him, at how they should have never let him go off on his own. That it was stupid to think that a boy of 11 would make the right decisions in a country he knew practically nothing about. That was all wrong and the fact they actually thought he was like that had annoyed Isaac so much, he'd called one of friends and go out to a local bar that hadn't asked for ID and had drunk until he couldn't feel anything. This had developed slowly into what it was now. A game. Getting the most gorgeous girl, getting laid. Having a lot to drink but never getting too drunk. The party before real life. Before he would be thrust into the real world, this was his fun. This was his chance to be normal, to act young. To forget the b!tch that had broken his heart. To forget his parents that thought so little of him. To forget why he'd come to New Zealand and why he stayed. He'd have to eventually return, but here and now he wouldn't have to. All he had to worry about was this girl in front of him. Who seemed both smart, and out of place. And was definitely gorgeous in her own right. It was fairly easy for him to think her gorgeous, most of the other girls in this club looked like they would otherwise cross the street if they saw someone like Isaac in the everyday.

Alcohol did that to people. It made people do things they wouldn't. Be around people they generally wouldn't be. All in all, it wasn't always the most normal thing being drunk. His attention was brought back to Solenn as the song changed and she spoke. As the song changed, he changed accordingly. Placing his hands on his waist, lightly, but still leading the slow sway to the song. "Overjoyed? I hope that isn't sarcasm." A smile clear on the Beauxbaton's face. He knew that probably wasn't, but with this girl this was no telling, she had not been easy to sway in anyway. There was no real telling, and he wanted to be sure, she wasn't just being sarcastic and he had no real chance with her. It was annoying, and yet he was still dancing with the girl, for him all this really meant was he was still interest. He wanted to see what it lead to. If it did, either way, he wasn't just going to pass it off as nothing. It wasn't right to completely slide it away. He never considered it, but it was a opening for friendship, and friendship was something that Isaac hadn't really considered, but this girl made him think of it. "It doesn't actually matter, if you were being sarcastic or not, You're still dancing."​

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[Solenn Goldameir]

It was now getting more late and still Solenn didn't cared. After all her aunt wasn't there she was in South Africa with her charity and that made her spend some time alone relaxing away from her parents. She needed more space than she could ever have. For eighteen years she wanted freedom and now she finally got it though there was something missing. Solenn was used to people serving her and other than that praising her. Living the luxurious life made her contented yet sad. As she was still dancing with Isaac she couln't help to reminisce about her past memories. Her childhood up to her teenage years. Is this really what she wanted? Living alone and most especially unemployed when will this be over . She gazed up to Isaac eyes and slowly placed her head to his shoulder. She was feeling depress all of a sudden for some various reason. "It isn't." she told him still close to his shoulder then to his chest. She never felt so glad to find some company. "I guess so huh." she said as she was slightly giggling. Solenn wanted this night to never to end.

 

[Isaac Pike]

For some reason, Isaac could feel that the girl had maybe not been sarcastic about how she had actually wanted to spend time dancing with him. It was odd, at this point, Isaac would usually be sneaking his friend a high five, while also making sure he had all his belongings. It was generally his cue to invite the girl back to his friend's house, or suggest they go to her house. However with Solenn, Isaac felt different. He didn't just want to sleep with her and never call her back. He wanted more. As he did, he was reminded of why he didn't do that any more. He didn't usually care about the girl. There was something about Solenn, she was like a little lost puppy to him, and all he wanted to do was help. He wanted to reach out to her and let her grab his hand, and he would pull her from the cold gripping water. He would warm her with the warmth of his own body. Take her back to France with him and show her the sights he loved. His mind was cast to his last girlfriend. He had given her everything, his heart and his love. She'd been his everything, then she'd slept with some other veela guy. Then had the cheek to say he wasn't attentive as a boyfriend. It was completely false. But it was suffice to say that Isaac had felt his heart had been stepped on. Torn from within his chest and lunged at the stone cold walls. He hadn't felt so empty. He'd sufficiently lost both a friend and his first love. Now, all he wanted to do was drink silly and sleep with the girls that he imagined wouldn't mind not having him there the next day. This girl was different, he wanted something with her. However in this situation, they way they danced, it almost told him that after this night, they'd never meet again. It was the small fact of a club, or just Isaac in a club. Though something told him that this, was only to last as long as the girl could stay. In a way it saddened him, that wasn't generally something that saddened him. He just went through girls like they were gum. Not as if they would be good friends, or people he'd want to see after that. He Put his arms around her and pulled her in closer. So it was almost like a dancing hug. The kind of dancing couples did. "You are a very amazing and beautiful girl, Solenn. I am glad we have met." Isaac said, smiling as he did so, for once actually happy to have met someone who could've in a different situation meant a lot more to him.​

 

[Solenn Goldameir]

It was only now that Solenn felt that she was alone. There was no one there for her, she didn't have friends, bodyguards and assistants. She was nearly alone in the dark, there was voice inside her screaming. There were some days where she'll let her feelings out, crying all day just ease the pain. She was a mess, a beautiful mess. Solenn never wanted to have a life like this, was it so bad to ask a true family that would love her. She even thought on how to go home this very night, it was dark and she could get lost. After all she wasn't still used to with the streets of New Zealand. Solenn was somehow feeling restless that when Isaac pulled her closer, all she was left to do was hide her face through his chest. Closing her eyes as she was at the same try forcing her tears to go away. Solenn never felt love, the only exception was her Nana Soledad."You don't know how you made me happy." she said to him, Solenn was sure about her words but still she can't believe she told that to him. Perhaps she was swoon away or was it that she was really feeling depress at the moment. No it wasn't the alcohol it was her. Solenn's pain was just coming out of her.

 

[Isaac Pike]

There wasn't much that Isaac didn't like doing. If he was honest, he was pretty much up for anything as long as he the right people by his side. It was the nature of the Beauxbatons to be like that, he didn't think it was right to not act like one of the crowd, he always believed the best way to be was as much as it sounded weird, just one of the sheep. Following the latest trends and the gossip which existed in the world. Both muggle and wizard. Isaac obviously hadn't read enough, he knew that compared to offers his knowledge was pretty slim, but even that didn't bother him. Isaac wasn't easily bothered. Not as easily as it would appear that he would be. It was just how he was. Isaac had to put up with the girls of his group discussing the lastest trends, so he practically stayed in tune. However after so long doing a lot of partying, it was clear Isaac was a little out of touch with both the real world, and wizarding world. Sure he still used magic, and watched the news, for both worlds, but it hardly went in. His mind was always on something else, it sat in the background, like a sound track to his life. One that he did not mind having one bit. It was there and it kept him aware that outside his existance there was a world. Two for him. A strange thought crossed his mind. Was the girl a witch? He didn't know and he couldn't hardly ask. If he did, it would look as if he was insulting her. Which he hardly wanted to do. He wanted to leave with her, not without her and a sore cheek. So, instead he was content with pretending as he was muggle like she either was or wasn't. It was a good idea to chase after her, but she was making him think and work. In a nice way. He could sense her being a little restless. He shrugged it off, and then went back to swaying them to slow beat of the slow song. He had a smile of his face. "I think I have clue" Isaac muttered quietly. He realised now would be the time to ask if she wanted to go, head back to his friends house, to either just sleep off, what ever alcohol was in his system, or sleep with her. It would be up to the girl. "You wanna head back to my place? We don't have to do anything, we can just be each others company, in a less noisy environment"​

 

[Solenn Goldameir]

As she was there inside the dim lights, where she can't barely she a thing all Solenn could think that this was the only things she wanted for now. To be with someone, a person that will care for her at some point, a person who doesn't care whether she's rich or poor. At the same time, she felt that she was inside a black hole, trapped inside a dark world. No she wasn't at all drunk, Solenn was feeling restless. There was no one to turn two, she was all alone. She could fee her knees getting weaker and weaker as she was sucked inside the black hole. The only person who was there for her was Isaac, he was the only one who seems to be recognizable inside the bar. At times Solenn felt confused with herself for she had some unexplainable magic powers. Her Nana Soledad once said that she might be a witch or something. But could that be if her parents were muggles. She then remembered when it was her eleventh birthday, she reminisce a man knocking at their gate. He handed a letter to her father and father then stared at her furiously. At the end of the day she saw scattered pieces of paper inside the trash bin of her fathers office. It was a letter from Hogwarts New Zealand, inviting her to the school, Solenn had no idea of the school and most especially magic. But as she aged she felt her body tingling and producing magic.As for her Aunt gave her a wand and a set of spell book for her thirteenth birthday. Her Aunt was a wizard, the fact that Solenn father and her aunt weren't fully sibling, they shared the blood of Solenn's grandfather. At time her aunt would train her during her visit secretly.Still confused she never speak of the word to her parents. As she was reminiscing she heard the guy asking something. At first Solenn was a bit frightened by Isaac's offer but then she thought, she needed something, anything other than being alone. "That would be great. Is it far from here?" she said wondering where could the place be. She needed to know, after all she wasn't aware what time is it.

 

[Isaac Pike]

Isaac Pike now had a decision to make. Either to take the girl back to his house. Or his friends house. Or his other friend's current hotel room. He hadn't quite decided if the girl would actually want to get together. Either one had it's advantages. His house guaranteed that he would be there the next morning, but it also meant that getting together was completely out of the picture. So that option was out. The second was his friends house. Now, that was close, but, in that one he also couldn't leave. But it would be empty. And without even thinking about the last option, Isaac had already made his mind up. He pulled away and took her hand lightly in his. "Not far at all" He said to her, before pushing his way through the crowd, hoping his friends had noticed him leaving. Since, then it would be clear for them to go sleep somewhere else for the night. It was porbably just going to be the usual sign on the door. It marked when there was something going on and disturbing was a no go. It wasn't because he thought he was going to get lucky, but more that he just wanted to spend more time with Solenn. If it was active or not. Either way, it didn't matter to him. He was however a little worried about the magical books sitting around the place. He generally went to the girls apartment, so there was nothing for him to worry about. It was the easiest for him to leave quickly in the morning, and then it meant she would never know him. or anything about him. It was generally the girl he'd spent most of the night with that he left with. And Solenna was that girl. He just had to put his fears out his mind. And hope that she wouldn't realise that they were moving or magical. If anything, he'd just get up in the morning and then get rid of anything, and just call it her imagination. Which he hardly wanted to do, but knew was the very best choice. "It's about five minutes away. A short walk." Isaac, pushed past the remainder of the people and then walked out the club. The air outside was cool, but warm enough. It was quiet. With people being sick at the side of the street. He was quick to lead Solenn away. Still holding her hand. "it's not too cold, but, if you do get cold you can take my jacket." Vaguely aware that his tattoo would probably show if he did take off the blazer jacket, at this point he was sure that nothing would matter.​

Out of Character:

Apologies for the slight god mod. If you want me to change, I can.