<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> Chatting to Angela<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Led Zeppelin - Black Dog (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuzAxJQElqs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Angela, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Elizabeth was at least glad Angela didn't judge her for downing the drink fast. She'd not quite been sure what to expect. It seemed fine, though. Perhaps the party atmosphere explained behaviour that didn't fit with Elizabeth's usual image. At least the tattoos gave some the hint that she wasn't quite the pure academic she presented herself as.<br/><br/>The suggestion of getting high gave her pause for thought. It'd certainly send Elizabeth towards that particular vice. Angela hadn't, at a glance, seemed like the type to. But then again she wasn't one to talk about who was the type to do what. Right now she was feeling more like getting drunk than high, but she figured out they could find a happy medium. Before she could reply Angela furthered her clarification, doing a pretty good job of making sure Elizabeth knew where she stood. At least Angela was impressively open, and thorough about the details.<br/><br/>"I think it'd be best if we found a middle ground." She smiled, nodding to the cigarette girl's tray. It didn't seem like the drugs were being particularly concealed at this party. "For now I'll get drunk and you get high. No sense in you waiting to have fun." She noted. Elizabeth couldn't deny the fact she was in the kind of mood where she badly needed to get herself at least a little drunk. She wasn't addicted, but once she started on alcohol she had a hard time finding the brake pedal. Her third glass of champagne was already half drank and Elizabeth was certainly starting to feel the effects, having downed the second so fast.