<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/Mery_1_zpsc24b4b25.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/Ashley_1_zps91dd5ff7.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name ::</strong><br/> Meryem Bailey  ||  Ashley Morgan<br/><strong>Location ::</strong> The Great Hall<br/><strong>House ::</strong> <br/>Gryffindor || Hufflepuff <br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong> <br/>5th Year / Prefect  ||  5th Year / Prefect <br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong> September 2<br/><strong>What ::</strong> Drama<br/>---<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong> All those within The Great Hall, or earshot of Eva’s scream.<br/></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><hr/><hr/>Ashley looked over at Meryem, whose brown eyes had developed a distant sort of look as she stared blankly at some point over Professor McGonagall’s shoulder at the staff table. Social events had never been a strong point of that girl, and Ashley figured she was daydreaming about Arithmancy, or their first homework of the year with the fondness of a starstruck teenager. Honestly….<br/><br/>The new red-headed girl looked lost, and slightly miserable, as if she wanted nothing to do with the table, these people, or anything but her sandwich. Ashley opened her mouth to speak to her, to introduce herself formally. She recognized the girl as one a year older than she was and in her house, but she stopped before she even got started, freezing instantly at the touch against the side of her cheek.<br/><br/>Ashley blinked rapidly at the brush of Dylan’s fingers against her face and felt the breath catch in her throat as she heard his whispered ears against her ear. She turned slightly, blinked owlishly at him and smiled with a tilt of her head. Tommorow, she decided, she would wear her hair in a pony tail. She had opened her mouth to respond when Eva dropped a puppy in his lap and Ashley changed directions immediately, presented with the puppy and laughed, a small blush creeping up her cheeks at Dylan’s words.<br/><br/>“Korba! What a handsome guy,” she reached over, allowing the dappled little dachshund to sniff at her fingers, “A shame my mother can’t stand dogs, I’d love to have one,”<br/><br/>She wouldn’t show it, as to not cause more drama, or draw more attention to their table, but she was glad when Jake showed up, flaring his temper towards Eva. It seemed she was getting on the nerves of most people this morning. A bit off, for her, Eva usually spent a lot of time making friends and “friends”. Ashley vaguely found herself wondering what was wrong with the pretty Slytherin girl.<br/><br/>Eva’s scream had her so startled she jumped slightly, bumping into Mery, who had spilled her pumpkin juice at the shrill, sudden noise and was looking around as if the Great Hall was under attack. The sudden armful of squirming puppy distracted Ash, who continued to stare at the distraught Eva and her strange device she was pushing as if her life depended on it.<br/><br/>“Eva! Calm down!” Mery was staring at the hysterical girl as if she has sprouted two heads, “What in Merlin’s name is the matter with you?”<br/><br/><br/><br/>