^{MIKAELSON, KOL:}

                    ^{“DARK LORD,” Kol repeated, face severe before he sputtered, snorting into his drink. “Dark Lord. Are there Ghastly Earls, too?” He calmed in a moment, the laughter bubbled up only from the drink. the DREADED DRINK. As an ageless vampire, he’d had an envieable tolerance. As a human witch –– and a YOUNG one at that –– his body liked to act as though it had ever taken a single sip before he’d taken the reigns. Who knew: maybe it hadn’t. Things went hazy rather quickly now, with his lips loose and continuing. “You’d get along with my brother,” he said. “He likes to call himself the HYBRID KING. I just call him a wanker. Dark Lord. Stuff it.”} 

^{He was about to sneak in some sort of offer to look at what healing books he had, but his liquor-soaked brain was swiftly distracted by the concept of BROOMSTICKS. “The witches are very much a PART of the mortal world,” he replied, shaking his head. “No brooms, though I’d seen those before.” A few hundred years ago, give or take. Still, he was confident that NOT MUCH AT ALL had actually changed in the magical corner of Britain. That world had already seemed to prefer to move slowly ( or not at all ) when put side-to-side with the world around it. He’d seen brooms, back then. Back in his VAMPIRE days, when the brooms, just like ANY part of magic, had rejected him. The side of him most affected by the liquor was also a spiteful prat, it would appear, as Kol tossed the rest of his glass back, looking at his drinking buddy. “You’re in the middle of New Orleans with a witch who could show you a thousand years’ worth of magic that could hold the answer to the question why the bloody hell did you come here. I’d figure you’d have more on your mind than schoolyard rivalries.”}

          ^{he looked at him, raising his eyebrows slightly as he shook his head. he didn’t seem to know about voldemort, & he couldn’t really blame him.       ❛ let us not forget, i was a DEATH EATER for a hot second. the malfoy’s are most known for being ones, sadly enough. so people still see me as one, & i worked with this guy, voldemort if you have ever heard of him. he was AWFUL and killed a bunch of people–––– blah, blah, blah. ❜       he rolled his eyes, pushing his empty drink to the side, not really wanting to come home drunk. he had just come out to get some things, & now he was talking about broomsticks with someone who seems to know everything about magic.       ❛ well, the only people in the wizarding world who know about all that stuff are half-bloods, or muggles. i was born one of the PURE ones, making trapped in a bubble of quills and broomsticks. ❜       he hasn’t even touched a broomstick since his son was about ten, & he was teaching him how to use one, which he ended up crashing into a lot of EXPENSIVE things.}

          ^{❛ of course i have more on my mind, but i was just trying to help you get to know me. i don’t know how BONDING works, i thought we were bonding over magic or some shit like that. ❜       he shrugged his shoulders, feeling as though kol was better than he originally thought that he was going to be.       ❛ i’m in the middle of new orleans with a witch who won’t SHUT UP about his magic, when you haven’t even shown me anything. maybe if you show me a book or something, i don’t honestly know. the only time we used books was mainly for potions and things like that, but any other time it was just learning sayings and motions. maybe if you’re lucky i can one day get you a wand YOURSELF, we can be a wizard duo. ❜}