<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/_GM_Eva_1_zpsf59d0607.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Evangeline Jenson<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Clock Tower Court Yard<br/><strong>House ::</strong>Slytherin<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>6th Year / Prefect<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>September 2, 1988<br/><strong>What ::</strong>Chastising Corbett<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Open, James, Rune<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Prefect battle royale!</div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"You really think you could?!?!"<br/><br/>Eva beamed as she looked up at Rune. She had to admit, Rune Cashile was 17 levels of sexy, but his personality had little left to be desired. Placing her hands on her hips as he dislodged himself from her grasp. Gasping as James whipped out a sword and brandished it in the court yard, Eva scowled as she shook her head in complete and utter disbelief.<br/><br/>"James. Corbett. What it the 9 hells do you think your doing?"<br/><br/>It was hard to imagine Eva being angry, her hips were cocked, her hands placed firmly upon them, her thigh high socks slipped into shiny black heels. A tear drop diamond hung between her breasts as she quickly tossed a honey blonde curl over her shoulder and stared James down.<br/><br/>"You need to put that thing away before you hurt someone, especially a younger year! This is not the proper place to be swinging your sword around!"