<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> 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, Lunchtime!<br/><strong>What ::</strong> Worrying About Classes || Causing Trouble<br/>---<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong> Anna, Open </div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">*omnoms all her lovelies*</div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"...and I don't know what we're going to do about that. There isn't enough time!" Meryem stared down at her schedule, her eyes dark and frantic as she tried to plan out the rest of the school year in a planner. Ashley reached over, trying to pull it away and got her hand smacked as a result. The tall blonde laughed, and took a sip of her pumpkin juice.<br/><br/>"You worry too much, Mer. Lighten up, we're going to have fun this year!"<br/><br/>"Exams are this year, Ash!" She didn't mean for it to, but it came out in a sort of panicked wail and she dropped her head into her hands. Ashley took the moment to steal the planner and shoved a plate of food where it had been instead. When Meryem sat up again to reach for her planner, her stuck her hand in the mashed potatoes. The look she leveled upon Ashley could have frozen the pumpkin juice, but she just smiled serenely at her friend.<br/><br/>"...wrong table, Huffle,"<br/><br/>Ashley sat up stiffly and looked over Meryem's shoulder to where someone had sat at the Slytherin table. She half rose from where she had been sitting, shouting across the Great Hall, "Hey, asshole! Watch your mouth! She can sit where she wants, but she clearly has taste since she isn't sitting there anymore!"<br/><br/>She recognized her, in her house and one year ahead. She waved her over, before sitting back down huffily and smoothing out the non-existant wrinkles in her skirt, "Honestly, I don't know what those Slytherin jerks think is so special about that table. Or them..."<br/><br/>Meryem finished wiping the mashed potatoes off her fingers with her napkin and eyes her friend with a look of both fondness and exasperation, "You are bound and determined to get into some sort of trouble this year, aren't you, Ash? Give me my planner back,"<br/>