the first rule is (niamh)

While Alayna and his family slept soundly at the Rowle family stately home, Ptolemy was wide awake and sitting before the fire in the living room, nursing a drink. He stared blankly into the flames. Part of him felt terrible for feeling this way: Alayna was going through the most difficult time of her life, and all he could think about what himself. He wanted his passionate, driven, power-hungry girlfriend back: now she was just clinging to him, in a state, barely holding it together.

Somehow he knew he was going to end up making a bad decision. Why didn't he just get it out of the way right now? Where in their world housed a entire catalogue of bad decisions?

The Casino.

Ptolemy had apparated there, spent some time gambling above ground, having a few drinks, and he was a few galleons up. It was a good feeling, but he was craving something a little more risque. He'd overheard some of the patrons whispering about a duelling ring in the lower levels, but it was a fairly exclusive deal. He just handed over most of what he had as a bribe, and got in. It didn't matter: he could get it back, and perhaps triple that, betting on the duels.

First things first though: getting a drink. A wall of screams, shouts and cheers hit him as soon as he entered the cesspit, although he couldn't stop grinning. A middle-aged woman was thrown right against the wall behind him and a trickle of blood ran down the centre of her face. Determined, however, she picked herself up again and settled back into the ring.

This was going to be an interesting night, he thought, taking a seat at the bar and eyeing the odds on the walls.

@Niamh Goldstein

Niamh loved her breaks away from school since it gave her an excuse to stay away from her house. She wanted nothing to do with being home, and saw it as an opportunity for her to spend time at the underground dueling ring.

She loved the Casino, and it’s sweet little secret it had to offer.

Entering the casino, and making her way to the underground dueling ring, with her wand in hand, ready to kick the asses of so many poor souls who thought they could beat someone like Niamh. Walking into the ring, she glared. “Why the hell are you here?” she said spotting Rowle. Walking closer, “Did Alayna grow tired of your poor sexual performance you’ve come to duel to regain testosterone.” chuckled Niamh. She hated Ptomely Rowle, yet she’d easily shag him.

@Ptolemy Rowle

It was the middle of the night in an underground betting ring, but still he managed to bump into someone he knew from bloody school. It wasn't someone he liked knowing, either. He'd placed a bet on the current fighters and ordered a drink. Now this bitch was screaming at him.

"I'm here to bet, not to participate," he said exasperatedly, and met her insult with a quip of his own: "And you are here to try and make up for the fact you're not getting any at all." At least he was getting it regularly. "Just one of the many reasons why you are such a try hard."

@Niamh Goldstein

There was no one who tried hard than Ptolemy and Alayna. “I get plenty of dick, and at least the guys got bigger dicks than you’ll ever have.” she said giving him a dark glare. She didn’t need a bet from Ptolemy, because plenty gave her bets. “I don’t need your bet, and if you actually look at the leaderboards. I’m one of the leading, so how about you shut up, because I’m not like most girls.” she said with a dark glare.

They really had no context.

“I’m just good at what I do, and you know if you care about something, you practice day and night.” she said with a shrug. “It’s like when you bully people, you keep bullying until you become a pro.” she said giving him a shrug. She didn’t mind schooling Ptolemy on the concept of dueling.

She shrugged. “I hate to break it to you Rowle, but you may think your ready better than me, but in this ring, I’m one of the best, so I suggest you watch, and you’ll lose your money to fund Alayna.” she said as she began to walk to the platform. No one dare questioned her dueling.

@Ptolemy Rowle

"Do these dicks come with or without rotation function?"

By general standards she was pretty, so he supposed there were a few boys who'd managed to have sex with her. He couldn't imagine it being anything particularly special, though. But as for getting plenty of dick that was apparently huge: she just sounded like a complete virgin.

When she left for the ring, Ptolemy waved at her with a broad, mocking smile. Then he turned back to the bar briefly.

"I'll bet on her to win," he told them quietly, handing over the galleons. "And I'll also bet this much," he handed over more, "That she will use this spell in particular." Writing it down on a napkin, he slid it over. He wasn't completely stupid. If she was at the top of the leaderboard, although the odds were less, he could at least get some money on that. Betting for the use of a specific spell, however, could have a greater pay out.

He span around with his drink in hand, and watched as Niamh took to the podium.

@Niamh Goldstein

He was so goddamn fucking pretentious right now. Niamh wanted to hex him so goddamn badly.

"They come with rotation because I'm not the relationship type of gal," she said giving him a smirk. She was not going to lie he was certainly hot but too much of a dick. "If it flatters you, I would easily fuck you, if you weren't dating the spawn of Satan, and weren't such a twat." she said giving him a shrug.

Sending him a dark glare, Niamh walked up to the platform.

She looked over at Ptolemy who looked awfully suspicious talking to someone. She turned to her opponent, "I'd like to make that cock sucker over there piss his pants." she said before spawning into action.

She went to her go-to spell in regards to dueling.'

"Stupefy!" she shouted, hoping Rowle didn't bitch about that. It was one of the best starters in her mind, and she liked to think she knew her way around the dueling ring.

@Ptolemy Rowle