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Octavian had seen a sign-up sheet for a Valentine's Day event. The Encyclopedia Britannica had become Octavian's best friend, and resorting to this work, he learned that some crazy cult had swept the globe, become the dominant cultural force in the West, and co-opted perfectly good holidays. His familiar Lupercalia had become a celebration ostensibly to honor some Christian 'bishop'.

This led him to ponder many things. Over his solitary light dinner in the Great Hall, he ruminated:

How could an obscure religious fringe group based on quasi-cannibalistic rites grow to such power?

Should he sign up for this Valentine thing, in order to become more familiar with new practices, or should he abstain to show disapproval?

Would it be at all feasible to procure for his friend and sometime employee Titus Pullo a wench with whom to celebrate the Lupercalia? Pullo had mentioned before the disappointing lack of prostitutes at Hogwarts. What had he said was the modern term? Ah, yes. Spice Girls. Octavian would have to see about procuring a Spice Girl for his friend. Pullo deserved it!

Date: 2008-02-03 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellminxmel.livejournal.com
'Hey.'

Ladies and gents, it's Maia, coming back from a long workout and magically not sweaty at all except where it would highlight her features. Black sports top, and black jogging bottoms, black trainers...et voila. Her hair was even in a plait, which she's undoing. She sits opposite him without asking.

'You look like you're ruminating. What on?'

Date: 2008-02-03 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellminxmel.livejournal.com
'Cycle of history;' Maia announces, swiping an apple. 'Empires rise, empires fall. Not worth your stress. The holiday?' She looks baffled for a moment. Mother's day? No, that's March.

Then, if she could, Maia would be turning a little rosy. 'Oh. Valentine's Day.' She completely falls for that sort of commercialised stuff.

Date: 2008-02-03 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellminxmel.livejournal.com
Of course he wouldn't like it. Maia twists the stem off the apple, considering her answer, and then burns it in a small fireball from her hand. 'Yeah, mostly we celebrate it so we can get reassurances that the one we love is either not having an affair or is having an affair and feels sufficiently guilty about it to spend a large amount of money on us.'

Like anyone understands the reason.

Date: 2008-02-03 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellminxmel.livejournal.com
Maia sniffs. 'Yeah, but times change. Love's a daydream for the people who have more time to spare, even while incubating sprogs.'

However, some things don't change. Maia tilts her head, eyes turning orange for a second, and sparkling. 'Oh yeah? What a friend you are. Can I help?'

Date: 2008-02-03 10:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellminxmel.livejournal.com
How many times has she posed as one? For that matter, how many prostitutes did she get to know? Maia smirks; she always enjoyed the sensation of being secretly in control, that this man who was fat and flabby would come home to find pictures sent to his wife, or, better, his kids.

'Maybe.'

Date: 2008-02-03 11:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellminxmel.livejournal.com
'No,' Maia agrees amiably. 'It's not.' She bites into the apple with sharp teeth, ripping out its flesh with gusto. She surveys him as she takes her time chewing, and then licks the juice running down its smooth red skin.

'What do you think of whores, Octavian?' The question is direct; Maia doesn't mince her words, and her eyes are unreadable. If he approves, or if he says he does and she doesn't think he's lying, she may as well offer herself. Maybe he'll be impressed. If not, well, Scotland's hardly paradise. There are bound to be prostitutes somewhere in the place.

Date: 2008-02-04 05:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hellminxmel.livejournal.com
She fixes him with a green gaze. He can't be that thick, surely. Apparently he doesn't require them, then?

'I meant,' she adds casually, 'That you're probably going to have to talk to them if you want one for your friend. Just wanted to make sure you weren't going to insult them so badly they refused to turn up.'

Totally. The next bite of the apple is elegant and smooth, though her eyes do not lift from him.

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Date: 2008-02-03 03:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ah-aha.livejournal.com
Tenel Ka had come to the Great Hall for her dinner, and was pleasantly surprised to see one of the few people she knew there. She had a bowl of stew with a large chunk of bread floating in it, and set it down on the table across from him. "Greetings, Octavian," she said simply.

Date: 2008-02-03 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ah-aha.livejournal.com
Normally, dinner would have been a silent affair, but she was in a talkative mood. "You look pensive," she said. It was stated as an observation, but she kept her eyes on him, ready to listen if he decided to share.

Date: 2008-02-03 03:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ah-aha.livejournal.com
"Ah. Aha." She thought this over, and stirred her stew with her spoon. She didn't know any prostitutes offhand to recommend. "How far are you in your search?" she asked. "Have you inquired in the village? This school has many things, but I have yet to see a brothel on the grounds." Ravenclaw and Slytherin were probably both vying for the title, though.

Date: 2008-02-05 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ah-aha.livejournal.com
"This is a fact," she conceeded. "I do not suppose that this planet is like Dathomir. On my planet, a woman captures her lovers. Her partners are limited only by how fast her legs are.". Her mother had captured her father that way.

"Most planets are not as wild. My grandmother is an expert at procuring suitable servants.". She took a bite of her bread. "But this does not help us find a prostitute for your friend."

Date: 2008-02-07 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ah-aha.livejournal.com
"If slavery is against the custom of this world, we should still be able to temporarily hire the services of a prostitute. Do you have any idea of the cost of such a woman?" If Octavian spoke highly of this Pullo, then he must be worth an expensive whore. Sex workers were definitely a commodity where one got what one paid for. Her experience was with male slaves and servants, but the basic principles were the same. Attractive. Free of disease. Knowledgeable in the art of pleasure. It was a subject that Tenel Ka herself had little interest in, but she had heard the bawdy stories told around the fires of the Singing Mountain Clan, and the whispered comments muttered from one noble to another in the royal halls of Hapes.

Date: 2008-02-10 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ah-aha.livejournal.com
"Then we will have to ask how much a prostitute at Hogwarts costs," she said, perfectly serious. "I often see signs asking questions. Maybe we should create one ourselves."

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