<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/max_1200/fc082835007785.56e69e1b15f32.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Elizabeth Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14713380#msg14713380)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slythering | 7th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10.5" | Blackthorn | Horned Serpent Horn<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A lacy slightly short black dress that shows her shoulder, chest and neck tattoos. 5" Stiletto heels that make her 6'4". <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Main Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Arriving at the party<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Led Zeppelin - Black Dog (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuzAxJQElqs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Elizabeth often marvelled when Dior invited her to parties. There was nothing that girl wouldn't do to stay popular with everyone. And Elizabeth's responses came in two distinct flavours. When she was focused on studying it was a resounding 'Fuck no'. And when she'd simply had enough and needed to cut loose she was one of the most enthusiastic, often arriving early to the party and wholly dropping her classy, ladylike and controlled demeanour. When she let go she tended to do so entirely. It was usually an unspoken thing. Elizabeth's tendency to completely lose herself once she started drinking. Or worse. Elizabeth and drugs were a volatile combination at best. Then again she wasn't a great deal better around pretty women. She went from resistant and uninterested to throwing herself at just about anyone who looked good.<br/><br/>And today, one way or another, Elizabeth was in the mood to drop her act. For the first two months back at school she had been incredibly diligent and studious, and her overworked brain could not take the stress a moment longer. She'd been anxiously awaiting the party's arrival for a few days already, thoroughly planning her outfit and intentions. The former stuck well, but she knew the latter would be lost once she arrived. She'd find a vice and stick to it, and it was always impossible to predict her own path once she cut free of sensibility.<br/><br/>Early evening she'd set about bathing, selecting her clothing and applying her makeup. The black dress she'd wear would show her tattoos, most notably the crow and butterfly on her left shoulder and the basilisk at her right, but also the lyrics around her collar and neck and the heart between her breasts. Elizabeth wasn't at all shy about the way her body was decorated, though she'd never shown off that slightly unnerving tattoo at her chest this plainly before. At least not in public. Despite her height she didn't care about the impact wearing heels had, knowing they'd make her notably taller than most of the men, let alone the other girls. If anything she was glad to know in advance that she would turn heads in her direction.<br/><br/>When it came time she easily found her way to the Darley Penthouse, having headed there before for other parties over the years. Her heels clicked as she walked, already garnering attention on her swift trip through Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. But just about everyone knew that bothering Elizabeth was a bad idea. She'd bitten off her fair share of heads when she felt disrespected, mostly to make sure others understood she wasn't a girl who threw herself at anyone. Even if tonight she intended on finding one person to throw herself at.<br/><br/>When she arrived Elizabeth pushed open the door after knocking sharply, marching right by Gabby without acknowledging her. Elizabeth had no coat, for a start, and had no interest in the elf's frequent rudeness. She had no problem with house elves as a whole, but that one was frustrating. At least to her short temper. Once inside Elizabeth took a moment to appreciate what Dior had done with the place. As much as they had their differences she could admire the aesthetic. Though she still hadn't settled she made her way to the nearest cigarette girl, fetching herself a glass of champagne with a polite smile, winking at the girl and already feeling she would be more likely to fall victim to the sin of lust, if anything. She was patient enough to wait, though, and rather than approaching the few she recognised she sipped her drink and enjoyed the atmosphere around her.