Roaring Lion sure has a temper. It's so incredibly easy to provoke him. He is like a teenager on steroids eager to show the World that he is worth of his name. I am pretty sure he is very jealous of all the attention that Rising Phoenix is devoting to me. He can keep saying that I am minor guest in their precious private party and that they didn't have in mind at all when they chose the place to celebrate it, but guess who was waiting for me when I made it to their secret exclusive island that doesn't appear in most maps. Rising Phoenix. Looking radiant in a black and red dress with a generous cleavage and a not less generous cut that showed her long legs. Before I could say a word, she had already hugged me and kissed me. Without missing a beat, she took me inside the big palace where the event would take place holding steady my right hand. She was excited, no doubt. But it seemed quite reasonable to question the motive of her mood. The Philosopher's Stone or...me?
I thought that they way she was holding my hand was exagerated until we got inside the building and were met with a multitude of guests and waiters trying to lead them to their seats. Without her to help me navigate the place, I'd have felt lost. Not only that, but I could meet some of the most importante guests in our way to main table, where the other five members of the inner circle of the Upstarts gathered. Roaring Lion greeted me as harshly as I expected to the amusement of his pals. Rising Phoenix who seemed to be in a state of bliss pointed at a stage in the center of the room and proclaimed loud that very soon we would see the Philosopher's Stone in all its glory.
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