<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QLB4q0X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This dress, (https://i.imgur.com/mjbiyxR.jpg) with these heels (https://i.imgur.com/3b0VDty.jpg) and these braids (https://i.imgur.com/14LB8OF.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Tingles and flutters<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>At Raynor’s approach, Bambi became very aware of a shiver that tried to work its way down the length of her spine, threatening to give herself away at any moment. He was a familiar comfort, but it was the warmth of his presence and the alluring undertones of his cologne which had her inching a little bit closer when he reached the railing. The evening was much colder than she was used to this time of year. It was not at all unpleasant, she enjoyed the crisp air and the change of scenery. But her dress didn’t provide much heat and it was all too tempting to step into Raynor in hopes of having him wrap his arms around her. She had a vice-like grip on the banister in an attempt to keep from embarrassing herself any further.<br/><br/>It wasn’t<em>that</em>cold after all. Bambi just found herself feeling a little giddy and more flustered than usual, once again pulling at her fingers and looking everywhere but at him as she tried to tame the brilliant red flame that colored her face. No lighting to save her now. Maybe if she was lucky there would be enough poor lighting to help mask the obvious. She was often flustered, but never like this.<br/><br/>"<em>You don't have to apologize,</em>" Raynor spoke up. "<em>Things happen the way they're supposed to happen. And, I guess that means we were meant to be out here together. If that's the case, I'm happy it happened.</em>"<br/><br/>Still as sincere and sweet as ever. Still always looking at the brighter side of life. It was something that she herself often strived for, something she had tried to reflect after learning it from him when they were little more than children. Their family had been so close, despite the need to keep magic a secret from the children. Bambi hadn’t understood it at the time but she still remembered how it felt as if she were betraying him and his siblings by keep such a big secret. She would cry, even tried bargaining with her parents as if it were something as simple as persuading them. But ultimately, Bambi did as she was told and only ever broke the rule once when Raynor had hurt himself. Who knew that performing such a simple healing spell would have caused so much anger and yelling? Or involve the ministry?<br/><br/>So when she later learned Raynor was going to be a wizard like his father, Bambi had exclaimed out in joy. She was absolutely crushed when it was later revealed that he had run away because of that very gift. For her father, the final nail in her mother’s coffin was when Raynor’s father failed to produce the identity of her mother’s killer and all ties had been severed. All attempts to track him down were pushed back in her face so violently it had been frightening.<br/><br/>Now here he was, wearing Durmstrang’s colors, figuratively speaking, embracing his skills as a wizard and even competing in the tournament. She was proud to see he had come so far, but she was also keenly aware of the gap in time they had missed together and felt... What was the word? She wasn’t sure there was a single word that could fairly describe what she was feeling, or even ten.<br/><br/>“I can be so oblivious,” She murmured the words, braving a quick glance up in his direction. “It seems I’m quite skilled in missing social cues and obvious attempts at hook-ups. Now I can’t be sure if he thinks I was leading him on.” She winced, not liking the idea of toying with anyone’s feelings. Even unintentionally. On one hand, she wanted to thank Rhys for standing up for her, even if it hadn’t been necessary. On the other… she wasn’t sure which shade of red she would turn if they ever bumped into each other in the halls. She hoped he would understand.<br/><br/>“When I imagined reuniting with you again it involved less drama and more of the things that mattered. And in my head, I always knew exactly what to say. But now my heart is racing and my knees feel a little weak and I can’t decide if I want to throw my arms around you or have a sit and cry. I’ve missed you.”