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2245 hours, South of Hawkhurst
Previously known as Lillesden School for Girls

By wizard years, it was not a very long time ago when the corridors of the school were inhabited by cumbersome young ladies. Muggles. But to see it now would leave one with a strange impression of centuries gone by rather than decades, pestered by souls older and wiser than children. Peeling walls revealed worn brick underneath and in the strong light of a wand, particles of dust shimmered in the air.

"Mistress?" A young, severe looking woman with dark hair and pale eyes paused before a pair of closed doors, turning around to inspect her superior. "Do I leave?"

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Ira Almasy nodded curtly at her assistant and watched, patient, as the witch apparated with little more than a muted crack. The building was silent again. Outside the wind screeched steadily and carried flurries of snow in its wintery wake.

The double doors swung inwards with a smooth gesture and opened out on to the abandoned swimming pool that had been chosen for the evening's entertainment. Ira sauntered in, removing her gloves as she surveyed the area. Several wizards in dark garment were climbing out of the pool itself.[1]

"Are we prepared?" she stopped at the threshold, narrowing her gaze at the glistening shield that was gradually closing across the pool- to separate the audience from the fight. "Aye," one of the men responded gruffly. "Ye be ready t'go now Mistress."

As the menial workers dispersed from the area, Ira turned her attention to the skylights. A full moon burnt brightly in the dark and lit the room theatrically. She rather enjoyed her theatrics and their audience would possess an unobscured view of the struggle tonight. The woman smiled faintly.

Click.

Already, arrivals? Ira lowered her gaze to stare across the pool at the doors.[2] Tawse perhaps.[3]

1.	The contestants will be apparated into the pool just before the fight begins.
2.	Travelling via portkey, you will arrive just outside a pair of doors that will lead you to the abandoned pool.
3.	This can be anyone!

"Put money down on which ever one you want, you know that I have little interest in such things," He spoke to his men as they gathered at the corner of the ring, and he took to his perch like a vulture waiting to pick apart the bones. "Just return with something strong." He offered one man, whose teeth were as rotten as the core of a halloween apple, and felt an instant relief to be free from their company.

The came back upon their departure, and Jean-Luc let it wash over him like the sea. It felt good to stand where a draft brought in the world from the outside, even if it were only a moment while others came and went. A tall man, he hardly had to ever look up to any around, but this wasn't the sort of event he wanted to be on the back. Werewolves made great carnies and worked for little to nothing, save for protection and a cage when the full moon came.


"Am I the first to arrive?" He asked of the woman, one to whom he did not know, but felt as though he were staring at the face of familiarity. He knew her sort, and stared very much back at himself--should he ever possess such a finely carved face, and a rather remarkable pair of...