<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> Lunch time? Maybe? Is anyone even eating?<br/>---<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong> Everyone in the Great Hall! It’s a party in here!<br/></div><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/>One never expected normalcy from Hogwarts, but rarely were representatives from all four houses sitting at the same table. Meryem leaned her cheek against her hand, a silent observer to the odd scene before her. It was like watching a documentary on the behaviors of animals and she wondered, idley, if anyone had ever considered school to be just that. There were remarkable similarities.<br/><br/>There was the display of dominance as Eva swooped in, claiming her territory, right on time, and dragging in the red-headed newcomer. Meryem let her eyes wander toward Ashley who had stiffened at the appearance of the beautiful blonde, her friends eyes locked on Dylan’s obvious display of affection towards the Slytherin girl. She warched with a detached sort of interest, wondering which of the harpies would strike first.<br/><br/>Ah, Eva. Well, she was the alpha bitch. It was fitting.<br/><br/>“Thank you, Eva. I knew you would appreciate it. McGonagall wouldn’t know fashion if it stampeded hippogriffs through the school,” Ashley said, recovering from her shock and responding flippantly, giving her head a little toss so that her blonde curls caught the light of the candles.<br/><br/>Display of plumage, Meryem noted with approval. It followed the pattern. Ashley had been challenged, then had her prey taken from her by the alpha. It stood to reason that threatening behaviors would come next, ruffling feathers, making themselves look bigger, more dangerous than the other. Would it escalate to a fight? Or just puffing themselves up? She glanced towards the staff table and decided neither Ashley or Eva would be quite that stupid, even if the pair of them both housed their brains in their breasts and had ample room to spare. The world would probably implode if either of them realized they were cut from the exact same cloth, using the exact same pattern, but they were both so busy trying to beat the other one, they were blinded to that fact. All that hair product and face paint…definitely.<br/><br/>She glanced back towards the newcomer and wondered what part she played in this farce. The alpha rarely brought in competition, unless it was another ploy of Eva’s to one up Ashley. Befriend one of Ashley’s pack, discredit her, win her over to “her” side. Well…that was plausible. Unlikely, but she could see it fitting into the behavioral pattern quite nicely.<br/><br/>She arched dark brows, returning her attention to the blatant display that Eva was putting on to show just how much of Dylan she controlled. Was this overkill, or was she worried that Ashley actually had a chance with Dylan and might manage to loosen her grip? Dylan’s comment caught them both off guard, she could see the surprise register on Ashley’s face, and was that….revulsion? Before Meryem could tell, Ashley had masked her reaction, twirling a lock of her golden hair around a long, delicate finger, nearly purring as she leaned forward, that trademark angelic smile gracing her plump lips.<br/><br/>“I appreciate the offer, but I am afraid I just don’t share all that well, I’m sure Eva agrees…”<br/>