<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/66/02/6d660205ba13c0e9fe617a98c262f58b.jpg?b=t)</div><div class="floatright">(http://SCHOOL CREST URL)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Lydia Callaghan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14759823#msg14759823)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw | 4th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born, presumably<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 2/3rds | Supple | Rowan | Horned Serpent<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A casual delight (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ff/d7/cb/ffd7cb07ed1cc0ca66cfbed86e2ad0bb.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th | Also fashionably late<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Main Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Entering and greeting<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kat, Joanna, Ria <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Dior, Joey</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>Why did so many people come to Dior's parties like they were walking the red carpet? Whatever happened to the good ol' days when they would just slum it and throw keggers in the forbidden forest? Those used to be<i>so fun</i>. Everyone would get sloshed, people would sing some awful karoke and they'd all have a blast. Discounting the occasional<del>kinda frequent</del>drunken duels or fist fights that would break out, everything was great. Lydia wasn't very fond of magical politics, and parties like these were rife with them. 'Meet and Greets',<i>hah</i>, they might as well call them<i>Speed Dating and Networking</i>parties. That was essentially what they were. Lydia already knew which part of that equation she'd be taking part in.<br/><br/>First thing was first, though. One must always greet the host of the party first. Well, hostess, in this case. Dior was a shining beacon of excellence and beauty, as usual, and easy to pick out of an ever growing crowd. The woman excelled in the skillfully subtle power of<i>presence</i>, after all. She was also already surrounded and Lydia flashed the woman a taunting grin and a wink. Dior may seem like the social primadonna, but ever since getting to know the blonde better, Lydia had this sinking suspicion she was only acting a part that was expected of her. Maybe one day everyone would get a chance to see the real Dior Darley.<br/><br/>Probably not.<br/><br/>It looked like Loveday was already taking the piss out of someone. Lydia's grin broadened. "Take it easy on him, Loveday!" She rallied after the notoriously rambunctious woman - ready to stand behind a Puffle over some steroid pumped rusky any day. Besides, Lydia was fairly certain she could take him anyways. Not that she planned to linger long enough to watch either. There were other places to be! People to see! Friends she hadn't caught up with in what felt like forever, but was probably more like two hours. You know, like Joey... who was just coming off the dance floor with a somewhat familiar and gorgeous blonde.<br/><br/>Yeah, no, take a left at that forked road!<br/><br/>"Hey there, dote." Painted lips playfully cooed by a silver haired minx's ear, only to brush her cheek shortly after.  Kat was definitely someone she hadn't gotten on with in a long time. It had been what? Four whole hours since they'd last seen each other! "Glad to see some things never change." Lydia's baby blues glittered mischievously as she took in her friend's outfit. Here people were lavished in cocktail dresses and Kat had come in a baseball cap and jeans.<i>Figures.</i>. "Gon' introduce me to your friends?" She offered the others a welcoming smile and wiggled her fingers in a somewhat timid little wave. "Jo." She greeted personally, knowing the woman at least well enough to know her name. Ria was the one she was lost on, at this point. Clearly she had to be from one of the other schools. She was a real beauty too.