<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ywYzqkz.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>  Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> School uniform with a hidden ferret inside the jacket.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall, Hogwarts<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> <a href="#user_httpswwwyoutubecomwatchvXlklaJrbkampindexamplistPLswfjkEBURncnToUhLBRZCjCJO">Soul Coughing - Supper Bon Bon</a><br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Just arrives, time to feast!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt, Loveday, Hufflepuff table</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>One last year, one last hurrah. Addison would have been quite happy for a ‘normal’ school year, but if she were to be honest this announcement didn’t come as a big surprise. That might have been due to the way both of her parents had been acting late during the summer, more persistent than ever about keeping sharp with her studies, critical about every choice and decision she made. Her trip to Romania to volunteer with the research of dragons had been canceled in an attempt to appease their efforts and show that hers were genuine… but that hadn’t gone over as well as she had hoped. She started counting down her days to Hogwarts not out of pure excitement, but out of a desperate need to be away from them.<em>One more year,</em>she had told herself.<em>One more year and then things will move forward.</em>Whatever direction that may ultimately be.<br/><br/>However, when her time at Hogwarts finally did arrive, she felt no elation as she climbed onto the train, feeling polluted instead by a dark cloud she just couldn’t shake. It was good to see her friends again; that certainly helped. It was good to be in her usual rooms with her usual bed, and even pulling on the uniform was a comfort. But when the new headmaster announced the Tourney she winced, everything clicking into place.<br/><br/>Well… it was all quite foolish. Looking at the staff, it seemed there were mixed feelings about the matter among them as well. Glory? Pride? She sincerely hoped that whoever entered the competition took Phixyll’s words to heart and question not only their motive, but their skill. Arrogance would only bring failure and tragedy was a reoccurring theme with these 'games'.<br/><br/>But that was enough, wasn't it? Addison was determined to get away from that lingering pollution of pressure and expectation and found a way to escape the moment she spotted her friend just a short length down the table. She climbed to her feet and hurried to take the seat next to Curt as soon as it was vacant and then started serving up her plate. Fez immediately stuck his head out of the inside lining of her jacket where he had been sleeping, little grabby hands straining for a piece of chicken she was cutting up on her plate. "What use is glory if your dead?" She scooped some vegetables on her plate, ignoring Fez's little squeak of protest as he activated his noodle mode and started to pool out of her jacket pocket. Her opposite hand scooped him up before he could grab the edge of his plate to bring it to his sharp little mouth. The ferret growled, but knew better than to bite. "Tempting the youth with riches and glory is sick and twisted enough as it is. There are a lot of unfortunate people out there, struggling to get through the year. They're dangling a poisoned carrot."<br/><br/>Her accent was particularly thick when she was grumpy. The Icelandic woman shoved her pet back into his spot and gave him a piece of chicken before he launched himself at Curt or Loveday's plate.<br/><br/>Finally, she flashed a toothy grin at Loveday as she poured her drink. "Shall we start a bet now? I believe we started the tally late last year. I think we 'aught to count bones, rather than bodies, because you did a number on that Phillips guy last year. Oh! It was<em>beautiful</em>!"