#gorkempolat

Heading into the pub, Remus immediately saw a familiar face at the bar and made a beeline for him. "Gorkem, Gorkem, Gorkem..." Remus started, resting his arm on the bar and looking over at his friend. "Why am I not surprised to see you here?" He asked playfully. "But why am I even more surprised that you're not absolutely obliterated by now?" The Fortune was a safe place to have this conversation. Although the alleys were open, the latness of the evening had drawn the crowds to the bars, leaving only the Rosmerta sisters, the marauders and a few other order members left in the glowing light of the fire.

he had never been one for theatrics, the logical side of his brain more interested in dissecting the inner-workings of a production than focusing on the story being told. there was a feigned disappointed when his brother-in-law had pulled him away from the playthings company's show. occupying a high-top, arthur held up a bubbling cocktail in gorkem's direction: " you missed dinner again last week. a rather nice roast and everything, " he started, brow shooting upwards, " bill told me you might be losing the favorite uncle competition soon... though i told him no one likes the favorites game. "

Marlene had been roped into dancing by no fault of her own. Having simply been enjoying the music one moment to being asked by Florian Fortescue if she wanted to dance; it felt rude to dismiss so there she was. On the third dance with the older man spinning as the band played wizarding music classic like the Goblin hop and the banshee wail. That was until she caught eyes of the oh so familiar Gorkem, widening her eyes at him to try and get him to come and save her from yet another dance. "I'm sorry sir, I think my friend is calling me-" Marlene tried as she was spun again.