<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Sl1GQf.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Valerie Hayward (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15293930#msg15293930)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>Tuesday, October 1st | 2:30 AMish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Castle halls<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>Purple sweater and jeans<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mood:</span></span></strong>Curious, enchanted<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Being meddlesome<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>Marshall, Open |<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Mentioning:</span></span>--<br/><hr/>"...Oh--" Valerie found her head ducking sheepishly, a wayward little smile tugging along the corners of her pale lips. "...Sorry." She exhaled as she began to fiddle and twist the sleeves of her sweater between her fingers. "I wasn't trying to---" Wait! Why was she even apologizing?<i>He</i>was the one doing something wrong! He was the one being needlessly risky around another person's property. Who knew what sort of treasures hid within these halls? Delicate or not, they were bound to hold some form of sentiment to<i>someone</i>!<br/><br/>Suddenly her nostrils flared, filling her lungs with self-righteous fury! Or perhaps something more along the lines of indignant determination...?<i>Yeah</i>, that sounded right. With a self-assuring nod, Valerie's shoulders squared to their fullest height and she lifted her chin defiantly. "What I meant to say is that you are being awfully inconsiderate, don't you think?"<br/><br/>Greying memories of room after room of stories encased within a veritable selection of trinkets her dubbed<i>mementos</i>or<i>souvenirs</i>, Valerie could almost hear her grandmother's voice echoing over her own as she chastised the boy standing before her. She wasn't quite sure if that made her want to cringe or preen. "You never know what what sort of accidents might happen, or what you could come across in these halls." And at that she offered him an almost pointedly apologetic smile, which she tried (https://66.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mch3vg1i621rvjfhk.gif) to make seem as adorable as humanly possible. "Such as naggy harpies named Valerie."