<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51FjDMC.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><strong>NAME:</strong> Evelyn “Eevee” St. Claire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14750198#msg14750198)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong>[/b] 10 ⅕ inches | Larch | White River Monster Spine (https://i.imgur.com/eU3N2Ee.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This number right here! (https://i.imgur.com/tdJZVtG.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Barkin' dogs, refreshment and conversation.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Switch -Will Smith (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzUozo1628U)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Joey, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Evelyn laughed despite herself, waving away Joey’s explanation of slang as if it were nothing that bothered her. “I’ve lived across the pond long enough to pick up the general lingo,” she confirmed, placing both hands on her knees and leaned forward with a friendly grin. “Although I have to say some of your gibberish is just insane.” Her sly smile was a good indicator to suggest that she was only toying with him. Even if it was completely true. She recited some of her favorites. “Know your onions! It’s pants! On the pull,” she made a slightly crude gesture on that one, “Anti-clockwise…” She could go on.<br/><br/>“When I first moved here I was so confused about all of it I thought British English was an entirely different language. Had the hardest time getting a straight answer out of anyone when I asked them what it all meant.” Evelyn crossed her leg and took another drink of her water before recapping the bottle and letting it plot down to the couch beside her. “Finally, I went to a pub in York, was having a bad day and I really needed to get pissed. The bartender goes, ‘what’ll you have?’” Evelyn did her best to replicate the man’s deep, burly voice. The way it rumbled in the chest and was felt as well as heard. It was absolute shit but at least she tried. “So I told him ‘I need a dictionary to understand what the hell you guys are saying’. Know what he did? Came around the bar, sat his ass down right next to me,” she indicated her left side with a growing smile, “and gave me lessons.”<br/><br/>And more beer than she really had a right to drink, but that night she needed every drop her liver could take. The following week was rough, that was before she helped her other ‘witch sisters’ concoct some potions to take that horrible hangover mess away. “Cockney I can handle. But as soon as someone starts uttering Scottish jargon at me I’m at a loss.”<br/>