<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 | Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversations<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Switch -Will Smith (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzUozo1628U)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Daniel, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Not in a million years would Evelyn have taken Daniel for a spoiled boy; so far he showed too many manners for that. He also lacked the air of ‘indifference’ most wealthy students possessed, and he wasn’t surrounded by cronies whose single job was to support an overly inflated ego. Polite, handsome, he seemed comfortable in his own skin yet there was something else there she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Whatever this something was, his mention of overindulgence only tickled it further. Like a song she could only half recall playing in her head, that something continued to elude her.<br/><br/>He was quite sweet. “Healer? Oh no.” She shook her head, waved that thought away and then laughed in a short, abrupt way. The idea was absurd! “I can’t handle the sight of blood. I don’t like seeing people hurt. I am<em>not</em>good in those situations.” Evelyn crossed her legs at the knee, then hooked her elbow on the edge of their seat and turned so that she was facing him more comfortably. “I’d love to work in a library,” she admitted, maybe a little sheepishly. “Maybe a museum somewhere. If not, maybe start one of my own? I think it would be fascinating to have something dedicated to Muggle-born witches and wizards, their places in society, try to help chase off the lingering stigma attached to the ‘breeds’.” She could handle a few drunks, she could take care of vomit. But the idea of having someone’s life in her hands was terrifying. Her skills in clairvoyance already predicted her brother’s death, she wasn’t going to ever place herself in that situation again.<br/><br/>“ I’m happy with my nose in a book doing research.” She tapped her nose with an index finger. “Ravenclaw, through and through! Leave the action to the heroes, I’m much happier playing a support role.”<br/><br/>He was a little embarrassed, maybe a little bashful. She couldn’t remember the last time she saw someone look at her in that manner. It was a refreshing change from all the posturing and bravado these parties were flooded with. Evelyn winked at Daniel, reassuring him. “You didn’t puke on me. Or try to grab my boob. Don’t worry, you’re still in my good books.”<br/><br/>Besides, who was she to judge? It was just good to hear he wasn’t drinking because of nerves. Out of the long list of stories and reasons she had created over a few years, the most common reason someone ended up puking on her shoes was because of a relationship gone wrong. She never enjoyed seeing people go through heartbreak. Unfortunately, there was no real cure for that. “What about you? What do you see yourself doing in a few years after you graduate? Cup in hand, the world at your fingertips… where do you go and what do you do?”<br/>