PUREBLOODS, A-Z

The best thing about being the event correspondent of The Snitch is all the invitations I get to get my hands on. Especially at this time of year, because nothing says party as much as All Hallow's. And when you're young, rich, and oh-so-jaded, only events like the Samhain Blackout at the exclusive Gossamer Club will bring you and your mates out en masse. Your dedicated reporter made the rounds and asked her targets for instant answers, which became more eyebrow-raising as the evening progressed and the drinks flowed.

Accio another Butterbeer, says the lightweight Bela Greengrass, and then maybe my tongue will be loose enough to dish out on these people!

Bela Greengrass, confides a red-haired source who asked to remain completely anonymous, only lost all that weight because of a strict Butterbeer-only diet.

Can I pass? asks my next victim while chancing a deer-caught-in-headlights look at the next man over, but concedes and tells me cognac is his poison of choice.

Dancing is the excuse Druella Black gives her husband Cygnus when questioned about her activies for the night explains Mr. Lestrange, a glass of whiskey in hand.

Empty beds is all Cygnus has to go home to after a long business trip!

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Explain.