Allowing the other woman who had replaced the four-legged creature in her field of vision to help her, White Night returned her smile and her gaze fell upon her violently sparkling figure.

"Yes... true, horses can be filthy... but so most creatures can when not treated appropriately... This one seems to be well-kept."
White Night trailed off as her interest was soon captured by the circus made up of the mingling crowd whose individuals more of less managed to conceal their joy, shock or horror.

Taking in the colourful scene being acted out before her, White Night realised exactly why she had accepted the invitation to the cruise.
"This will most definitely be a cruise to remember!", she muttered.

White Night noticed how her fellow guests recieved the Horseman with very different attitudes. Her own immediate reaction was curiosity, and she made a mental note to learn about his story - and challenging physiology - later on when there was time.

"Why thank you Mr. Dagenham. It is a joy to meet you.. both. I had the pleasure earlier to get myself acquainted with your female companion too."

White Night nodded slightly to the Horseman.
"And I had a very safe journey", she added leaning on her umbrella.
"But then again I always have."

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^ By me and my SS *squiggle hugs*

Just as Fuschia's finger left the button, she heard another voice.

Looking up she smiled pleasantly at Georgiana, "I'm good how about-"

And all at once, there was a commotion and a rush of people.

Fuschia stopped, gazing wide eyed at the various people that now stood in front of her.

Unable to move, her only words now were:

"Oh. My. Hello everyone."

Narcissa glowered up at the ship that was to be her home for the next seven days, and then looked to her husband who was just coming up behind her toting a silver snake-headed cane in one hand and a black wand in the other. A pair of matching luggage trunks bobbed in mid-air before him, and Narcissa glowered at them too.

"Lucius dear, you'd best carry them up to the ship," she said tersely, "or else I'm afraid we'll be hearing from the Ministry about working magic in the vicinity of Muggles when we arrive in England."

He didn't say anything in response, but grumbled incoherently as he let the trunks settle onto the ground before picking them up one by one. He had already had a very long few weeks trying to cover up their tracks as they trekked across the United States trying to recruit wizards abroad for the Dark Lord's cause, and now, to make matters worse, they were traveling incognito on a ship. It was all rather stressful business, though Narcissa seemed to be handling it well.

She looked back at him one more time, and then made her way up the gangway and into the ship. He followed close behind, holding tight to his precious snake cane so as not to lose this most prized possession.

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~~Siggy by Lembas~~

"I travel by umbrella as often as I can", White Night replied to the Horseman.
She flicked the raven-feathered umbrella and opened it in one smooth movement and immediately started floating above the ground.

"I learned the trick from a nanny once... in fact they made a movie about her later on."

"Perhaps you would like to try, Mr. Dagenham?"
She descended to firm ground again and folded the umbrella making sure she casually swang the light feathers only a few hairs above the Horseman's collar where other people would normally keep their heads.

Her countenance remained cheerful while she considered whether now was a good time to poke around in the poor Horseman's interesting background.

"I couldn't help noticing your own impressive.. presence, Mr. Horseman. You and Elisa make quite a story.. "

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Having sent Lucius to their room to put away their baggage Narcissa took in the sight of a group of women standing about in the corridor. There was a rather headless man amongst them, but she took no particular notice of him. After all, she didn't want to call attention to herself by making a scene. Instead, she stowed her wand away in her sleeve to keep it close but to also avoid suspicion. In a mirror set on the wall she smoothed down her hair and brushed off the silk of her emerald green dress.

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^ By me and my SS *squiggle hugs*

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<center>-In Christ alone my hope is found, He is my light, my strength, my song-

^JF is awesome

There will come a time with no more tears
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"Oh dear, am I late?" Tar-Samara muttered to herself as she looked up at the rather large ship and hearing the chatter of the guests.

She had a large notebook under her arm, a recorder in her pocket, and a pen behind her ear. At first she had been reluctant when she was assigned this story, as the host was rather questionable and this annual party was infamous for murders. But now, looking at the ship, she was excited. If anyone could scout out any questionable activity, it was her.

She quickly turned on her recorder as she walked, and subtly slipped it back into her pocket. She stopped in her tracks as she saw all the guests standing in a congealed mass, right on deck in front of her. Attempting to go unnoticed, she leaned against a railing and began to scribble notes.

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Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

Narcissa noticed another addition to the group and decided that it would not be wise to stay much longer in a group so large. She made her way toward an elevator that would take her to level two and the dining room where perhaps she would be able to find a nice cup of tea.

The dining room itself was lavishly furnished, much to Narcissa's taste. She was surprised to find that Lucius was already there, a glass of wine in one hand and a cup of tea on the table next to him.

"Tea?" he asked as she sat down.

She took the offered cup and blew on it before taking a sip. Lucius gazed at her bemusedly, drank some of his wine, and then said, "Have you seen some of the fellows on this ship? It's quite an eclectic group."

"All the better for us," Narcissa replied evenly, her eyes meeting her husband's. He did not reply, but hid his knowing smile behind his wine glass once more.

Pandemonium sat in an elegantly embroidered chair, fingers moving with purpose across the paper. Eyes half closed in a way that they always did when she wrote, it was her getaway, her ecstasy.

This was the perfect setting for her new book, a 'haunted' ship at sea filled with a slew of strange and unique characters.

She had yet to meet any of them, but she could hear their voices flitting through the halls from the upper decks. She'd eventually have to go and socialize with the rest of the guests, but for now she would just write until her hand cramped up.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Damon Salvatore sauntered down the hall of the cruise ship, smirk firmly in place. He strode up the stairs at the end of the hall up to the deck and heard cheery voices coming from the dining hall. He adjusted his leather jacket, flashed himself a cocky grin in the nearest mirror, and confidently strutted his stuff through the open door.

Unfortunately for him, his self-assured entrance was ruined by a small portion of cake that had been dropped right where his foot landed. With an ungraceful shout, he crashed to the floor. He quickly jumped to his feet, looking uncharacteristically embarrassed, then tried to move subtly towards the drink table as to not catch everyone's attention. Which, after his fall, seemed highly unlikely.

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i'm back for a little! i'll see how this visit goes.

Narcissa and Lucius looked up in unison as a crash resounded through the dining room. A young man, leather jacketed and looking as though a smirk had just been wiped off his face, stood up from where he had slipped on an ill-placed piece of cake. Narcissa narrowed her eyes at him, and in complete contrast to his wife's response, Lucius' gaze swept over the man with interest.