Safety in numbers (fairly open)

[Drake Bass]

'My father is a politician, headed for big things so they tell me... hence why I was transferred from the school where I spent the last 6 years and had position, power and privlidge.' Drake rubbed the arch of his nose.

'The agenda for me is too take my rightful place on the throne of the Drake Business Enterprises with a view to utilising my Fathers future position to make the transfer into politics smoothly...' Drake shook his head, it was all he had ever been allowed to consider.

'Though personally I am thinking more of a Indepentally Wealthy Playboy type for a few years.. embrace it while I can hmm?' Drake chuckled at the thought of his parents scandalised faces but knew they were getting used to his playboy ways.

[Oryn Vance]

"I've you've got it, flaunt it," Oryn said, raising his glass a little toward Drake, then taking a sip. "I need to start networking as soon as I'm out of here... all of the contacts i have through my father... well, they're bastards." He took another sip, then added, "And if there's something I don't need, it's another chance for my father to sink his claws in deeper."

[Drake Bass]

This was language Drake could understand, business, politics and privlige. Even more so than his skill with women, Drake had a taste for power and knew how to utilise what he had to get it.

'I am my mothers Darling and my fathers Hope... so while I can't entirely sympathise I am able to empathise with having to start from scratch...' he indicated the room around them, his new schoolmates.

'Well Oryn, they say that its the Alma Mata that counts, and I am sure that this friendship will be positive for us in both the future and the present..' Drake raised his glass in a return salute to his new friend. 'To Hogwarts and new Allegiance.'

He took a drink from his glass and looked around the room again, taking in those in it - who was beneath his notice and who rated high enough to get an interview. Potential everywhere if you sort out the plebs, Drake thought.