<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/_GM_POST_zpsfde9febd.png)</div><br/><strong>Name(s)<em> In order of appearance </em>::</strong>Terra, Tabitha, back to Terra, Dumbledor<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>September 1<br/><strong>What ::</strong>Every one has arrived!<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Everyone<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Terra looked to Wolfrick and furrowed her brow, cocking her head she placed her hands on her hips and looked Severus up and down.<br/><br/><strong>"I unda'stan' pric't....I donna know Sev'aruss was 'arry..."</strong><br/><br/>Walking into the Great Hall with two grisly men, Terra was pounced upon by Tabitha as she greeted her with warm embrace.<br/><br/><strong>"WHATS UP MY SEXY MINX!!!"</strong><br/><br/>Terra never understood half the things Tabitha said, but their bond strong enough to not truly matter<br/><br/><strong>"Hatorsi Tabby"</strong><br/><br/>Tabitha dislodged herself from Terra and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the table.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on! Time to have a party! Find the booze! Tomorrow...we are going to have a hangover that will last us ten loooooong months..."</strong><br/><br/>Through the grand doors, the headmaster waltzed through balancing a large cake with both hands as well as a relatively small brown paper package pressed beneath his right arm. Setting the cake down upon the table, he rubbed his hands and looked to the room.<br/><br/><strong>"Good, everyone is in attendance now- are those lemon drops?" </strong>The professor had lost his train of thought as McGongall stepped forward in his stead.<br/><br/><strong>"Allright, lets sit down and get this done with."</strong>Looking across the room, she saw Tabitha and Barri'shoknon'tarra attempting to escape.<strong>"Ladies. Sit."</strong>As the command came forth, both of their chairs scooted out as if to punctuate her demand.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah fuck it all, are we going to sing  as well? Id rather face a kublaktir trial then that...."</strong><br/><br/>Terra couldn't help but laugh as she remembered that moment in Tabitha's life in which she was apart of as well. The night wore on, and Tabitha was positively wasted as Terra didn't seemed phased even though they were going shot for shot on Wolfrick's birthday whisky. Everyone seemed to talk at a dull roar except for the two boisterous ladies that were speaking Cenatrglish as the nights festivities had nearly come to an end.