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It has been some time since the Dark Lord made himself known to the Austrian wizarding world. His DeathEaters have been roaming the earth, striking fear in the hearts of wizards and muggles alike. The Ministry’s across the world are turning to Austria for help, for advice on how to take care of their unwelcome guests. Minister Wagner has been newly appointed with the hopes that he will find a way to rid the world of the Dark Lord and his DeathEaters. He brings with him a fresh perspective and a good track record of completing anything he sets his mind to. This change in leadership has Austrians excited, hoping that soon they will be able to walk out of their homes without any concerns of a Dark Lord, no wondering where he will strike next, if at all.

Because that is the question on everyone’s mind. It has been a year since the Dark Lord himself has made an appearance, since he has launched a large attack on the world or made an attempt at overthrowing the Ministry. Most people have assumed he was in hiding, allowing his DeathEaters to do his dirty work. However, as the activity of the DeathEaters slows, rumors are spreading that the Dark Lord has resigned himself from destroying the Ministry. Even his DeathEaters are beginning to grow tired of wreaking havoc with no end game. Is he trying to lead the wizarding world into a false sense of security with the recent calm or has the Dark Lord really left?

Only the DeathEaters now know the truth. There is a new Dark Lord. Godfrey Dunhill has taken his place as Dark Lord, overthrowing the inactive Darren Morgan. Even though he has just come to power, he already has a plan in the works. Soon he will make his name known. Soon he will show the wizarding world across the globe that he has no intentions of losing. But what does he want? What is it that he’s looking to gain? And, the ultimate question. What side of this battle will you choose?

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Needing A Distraction -- Open Jul 12, 2013 14:45:48 GMT -5

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Post by Warren Wilkes on Jul 12, 2013 14:45:48 GMT -5

Merlin he hoped that this was going to work. It had been such a long time now since he had gotten a real chance to perform for anybody. Warren hadn't even been afforded the opportunity to play his guitar on the street corners, let alone anywhere else. He had been working on new material for a long while now, given that he and Michelle had turned Ashton's ballet studio into a makeshift music room. Things were a little echo-y with all of those mirrors everywhere but it worked. They weren't the sort of complain. He had just been working so many long hours, attempting to have up for a decent place of their own that he hadn't been getting to pursue his passion. All he wanted to do was play music, to sing, to play shows. Back in England he had had a small pub that he was lucky enough to play at every weekend for tips, it was a modest living but he had never needed very much. He had made the move here because of Grace, he had just wanted to visit. To come and see Ashton after four years of silence between them. It hadn't been intentional, it had just somehow happened. Whenever he had found out Grace had returned as well, he couldn't leave. Now she was gone again, as she seemed to have a tendency to do. Time had somehow gotten away from him, things moved more quickly here. More eventful. Warren had never been the sort to have a superior work ethic, and it wasn't even that he liked his job so much but he needed the money. They couldn't go back to their apartment, and they sorely needed to get out of Ashton's house.

Elle had yet to get a steady job, but they both knew they were going to be room mates again, they got along far too well not to be. He had been the one working, saving up money and she had been the one working on replacing all of their things from the break in. They had lost almost everything, and what they didn't lose, most of it had been left in the apartment, neither of them wanted to be reminded of what happened there. Even more so now that he knew it wasn't the first time, that it wasn't a random act of violence but had happened before, to his best friend no less. It had taken him a long time to accept the truth that she had hidden from him, but she had had her reasons. He knew she was now being fully honest, and yet he still couldn't be totally honest with her. Not with her or Ashton, his brother. He couldn't bear to think of the look that Ashton would give him if he had found out what Warren had been struggling with. For about a year now, he had been so close to relapsing. He should just remove the temptation, it was more than stale but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't stop. He wanted to wake up every morning, thinking that by not using the drug he had hidden so well that he was being strong. He knew it was stupid, that real strength would be just to flush it, to never think of it again but he couldn't. It was all that he could think of. Every day, at every moment that was what he was thinking about, the drug. It was the reason he had been in rehab for so many years. He had been clean now for almost ten years and yet. It was still controlling him, threatening him at all times with a relapse. He wasn't strong at all. It was why he needed this gig more than anything. Music had been what he had turned to in the first place, help give him something else to focus on and think about whenever he had a craving. Whenever he wanted to use, he wrote. He just happened to have gotten very good at it. He had been away from it for too long now. He needed it back.

So he was here, waiting amidst a throng of sweaty, mostly drunk people moving to the live music in the room. The music wasn't his sort, but they were a band and he was just one person. He was supposed to be meeting with the manager after the set was over to talk about the prospect of an audition or a set. He didn't know how things went here but he was ready for anything just in case. He was warmed up, ready to go. It was a bit strange, but he had brought along his guitar as well. Just in case. A bottle of water with it's label peeled off sat on the tall circular table he was leaning against. It was a table tall enough to stand against, one of his feet was resting on the top of the other, his eyes locked on the stage. He was located toward the back of the music house, watching the group that was currently on the stage. All four of the band members were men, the lead singer was making such aggressive faces that Warren wasn't really sure if he was wanting to eat the microphone or pass a bowl movement. Either way it wasn't attractive. He could only hope that they would be finished soon and he could get down to the real reason that he was here. As it was, he was just standing around being useless. He would gladly take the mic from the boy onstage and improve the set, if that would help speed things along.