<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/c28238be97b73e9550f85b271cac9983/tumblr_otdw2vnyAd1v8rsz5o5_400.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Rhys Morahan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664047#msg14664047)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor, 6th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 inches, Chestnut, Dragon heartstring, Flexible<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor uniform (https://www.costumekingdom.com/images/product/medium/adult-gryffindor-student-harry-potter-costume.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> More obnoxious behavior<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Florence + The Machine - Dog Days Are Over (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWOyfLBYtuU)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Gryffindor table<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><em>"That's jus' cus you're no' used tae carryin' a conversation wi' women. You may actually get pas' their knickers if you do more than strut around like a peacock, pokin' yer willy at every skirt that swished by."</em><br/><br/>"Oh I can converse, fam," Rhys assured her with a nod, pretending not to notice her thicker accent. "I tell a lass how pretty she is, how interesting she is, how funny she is, but fuck me, blud, at one point I'm tired of lyin', I want a piece of that arse, cuz," he added, shrugging. "I went on a date with a bird a couple weeks ago, yeah? Dinner and all, fish 'n chips, a British classic. She looks at me disgusted then tells me she's a vegan. Is she mad!?!?"<br/><br/>He looked at her stabbing mutton with her fork and considered doing the same. He prepared himself a plate while talking with Mack, putting an assortment of poultry goodies, steak, bread, sauce, no vegetables. If only he could have a pint of fine brew as well. He had to give credit to the kitchen elves, they knew how to cook, even though they looked dirty and all.<br/><br/><em>"I canno' wai' till the other schools arrive..."</em><br/><br/>"Meh," Rhys let out, disagreeing with a slight shake of the head. "The bloody French and a bunch of brainwashed weirdos from Emmerdale Cup countries, innit? I bet there's at least one fine French lass out there, dying to meet a real man, though," he said, shoving a piece of chicken in his mouth and chewing vividly.