Wanna fight?

[Great Dragon]

Dragon slid through the doorway of the Hog's Head. It was warm and dark, the smell of alcohol filled the room. Too bad he was still underage, he wasn't underaged to train to become a Death Eater that was for sure. Now he was 16, he had his Death Mark and was ready to cause all sorts of trouble. He had already killed plenty of people, all who were stupid enough to let him play with them or had gotten a little too close. Most of which were women. It wasn't his fault he looked so good. Already, some heads were turning towards his way, probably thinking either 'he looks so cute' or 'what the hell is an underage doing here?' He didn't look underage at least, he was tall for his age. So it was most probably the former, rather than the latter.

He sat down at an empty table, wondering if anyone would make a move on him and how many gays were in the area. It seemed he was too irresistable, as a drunk old man made his way over to his table. "My, what is a young man like you doing in a place like this." He slurred, wobbling a bit and placing his hand on Dragon's shoulder. The old man sure was ugly, not good enough for a toy.

"Don't touch me." He said firmly. The old man was probably too drunk to comprehend. He didn't like the way the man gripped his shoulder, it was slowly sliding down his arm. It disgusted him. Before he knew it, he was standing up, his wand pointed at the man's neck and the mans clothes in . "I said, don't touch me." He hissed under his breath. The old man reeked of alcohol and piss. Dragon wanted to gag. He noticed people were standing up, getting ready to fight him. Hah, like they could defeat me.

He kneed the old man in the gut, making him bend over in pain. He then grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the wall, knocking over a few other people in the process. A few more people came rushing towards him, one of had their wand out. "Expelliarmus." The red flash flung the wand out of the man's grip. He quickly did a roundhouse kick, his foot connecting with the man's face. Dragon found it easier to fight with fists and feet then wands, which weren't too good for close combat, though they were good for disarming and stunning people.

Dragon was a bit disappointed that only ugly old men were fighting him. Maybe he could leave the good looking guys for last, to toy around with them first before dragging them, kicking and screaming to their death.

[Clara Montressor]

Clara walked into the Hog's Head slowly, her boots clacking on the hardwood floor. Her top lip curled up for a second. It was sticky. No doubt someone had spilled their inner workings on it. Gross. She flipped her brown hair, walking over to the Asian boy that was taking advantage of that poor old man. Then again, his fashion sense was horrible. Maybe he deserved it. She shrugged, idly pulling her wand out of her robes and pointed it at them, flinging the old man off and away. She heard the man hit the ground with a heavy thud next to her and she rolled her eyes, stepping over him. A smile played on her lips as she walked towards him, her hips swaying slowly with movement. She could feel everyone staring at her. It made her happy. Wanted.

Clara finally reached the boy and smiled, her blue eyes shimmering. With a finger, she traced the under line of Dairyuu's chin, turning his face to hers. "Hey there, sexy." She smirked, holding back her laughter. "You know better than to kill innocent old people... They're gross and smelly anyways." She crinkled her nose, stepping away from him. The old man had rubbed off on him and he smelled of death. How appropriate, really. She turned around, looking at the crowd and she raised an eyebrow. "Well? Get lost! No one wants your sorry loser asses here. Go home!" She pointed her wand for effect, silently asking for a challenge. All of the people turned face and ran out, making her laugh. "Oh, look at the cowards." She giggled then wheeled around and pointed her wand at Dairyuu. "What the hell is your problem? If the Dark Lord finds out you've been doing mediocre amateur things, he'll kill you himself. Is that what you want? Get off your high horse, Dragon, you're not that mighty."

[Great Dragon]

The girl touched him. She actually dared lay a hand on him. Actually, a finger, but who gave a crap? Dragon swiped at her hand. She pulled away too quick and he missed. Damnit.

"Tch, don't fucking touch me again, or els-" "You know better than to kill innocent old people... They're gross and smelly anyways." Dragon sniffed, wrinkling his nose as he realised the old man had rubbed off onto him. He started taking off his black leather jacket. "Not my fault, he hit on me first. I'm just an innocent bystander." He faked an innocent smile, his face instantly changing back to a pissed off teen.

He watched as the drunks stumbled out of the place. Damn, so much for a fun time. This chick was getting on his nerves like all girls did. She had touched him, he would have killed her for that if she hadn't distracted him first. "Oh, look at the cowards." He had to snort, she was right after all. Ugh, did I just agree with a chick? Before he knew it, her wand was pointed straight at him.

"What the hell is your problem? If the Dark Lord finds out you've been doing mediocre amateur things, he'll kill you himself. Is that what you want? Get off your high horse, Dragon, you're not that mighty." "Fuck off. He needs us, he won't be killing me off for getting rid of a few of the enemy. Besides, why do you care? Did you really want that old man back there?" He pointed towards the doorway where he had left earlier. He had no idea why he was talking to this girl. He hated her and she probably hated him. He had to stop looking at her face. His wand dug into his skin as he gripped it harder. He could barely feel the pain. He wanted to hex her, punch her in the face, rip her hair out, anything to get rid of her. But she was a Death Eater, he wasn't allowed to kill his own kind.

"Anyways, you ruined my fun. I'm gonna have to go search for my dinner. You can have this, I don't want it anymore" He shoved his leather jacket towards her. Hah, a gift. How nice of him.

[Shadow Stone Willington]

Shadow strolled in really caring if he ran into anyone, which he did. Dragon, of all people.
"Hm" he mutter as sorry. But nothing really more. He grabbed a chair out from under some random person. The person turned around looking pissed. Shadow glared at him, the glare said go ahead and try something but I can easily win. The man grumbled and took a empty chair and sat back down.
Some girl walked over a started hitting on him.
"Can I get anything for you, sir?" She said leaning on the table showing as much cleavage as possible. He wrinkled his nose, she wore so much perfume he almost drowned in it.
"Just a firewhiskey." He spat her. She batted her eye's at him and left, to fetch his order. His sat there with his arms crossed. He was beyond annoyed at everything and anyone, but mostly his brother. How could he stand those back stabbing, horrible smelling, and down right always whining women. They just gave him ahead and they never shut-up or could take a hint when he would nicely tell them to go away, he just learned to tell them with small words.