Post by Casimir Elias Karkaroff on Aug 14, 2019 8:56:48 GMT -7
15 March 2025
Casinos were typically too ostentatious for Cas’s tastes – the glittering locale, the flashy crowds, the high-stakes games. There was too much noise, too much excitement, too much light for the man to be truly comfortable. He operated more fluidly in the shadows of Knockturn Alley, in the secluded private collections of wealthy individuals, and in the isolated areas across the world that housed ancient relics. It was only in the darkness that he could truly shine, and it was in the darkness that he had forged his brand. But he wasn’t here to gamble – at least, it wasn’t his intention this time around.
Cas easily navigated his way through the crowds, weaving through packs of well-dressed individuals (this was not his first rodeo - the casino was very popular with some of the purebloods he rubbed elbows with). He’d gone rather subtle himself, with a nice jacket but nothing that could make him stand out. Being the center of attention had never been his style…his method of charming people required a much subtler touch. His gaze scanned the room before finally locating his intended target – it only took a moment longer to sidle up to the man he’d come to see. He settled his expression to appear unreadable, no emotions visibly flickering across his face (although perhaps his eyes betrayed him). “It’s never difficult to find you,” Cas murmured in his characteristic soft but smooth tone. “You’re always the biggest one in the room.”