<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ab/17/99/ab1799eecc012687abae125315154adb.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Hayley Alexandria Michelson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665439#msg14665439)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 4th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> HALFBLOOD<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 in. /Acacia/Thunderbird tail feather<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd September, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Hogwarts<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/>Hayley had gotten to the Great Hall just as it had started to fill. Slipping through the crowd with a fair bit of ease considering her lack of grace in most situations. She'd only gotten bumped once or twice, not that it bothered her at all. Hayley was used to just being another body in the crowd. Invisible to some, and though some might have hated it Hayley found it gave her the ability to see what some people would miss. She loved the study of people, sketching their faces and watching from afar. Granted that didn't always keep her under the radar, but for now, she was well hidden among the crowd.<br/><br/>The announcement of the Triwizard Tournament had surprised them all. Sure there had been mention of it, but there were still many people that didn't think that the Ministry would actually go through with it. Not with it being stained with the memories of the past. Hayley's father always said one's past should not hold back their future, but sometimes it was easier said than done. Still there they all sat the room bursting into a buzzing fit about who would enter and which school would win. What would the challenges be? How could they keep them all safe this time? There were still so many questions, but one thing was certain. This year was going to be the most interesting Hogwarts had seen in some time.<br/><br/>Hayley sat at the Hufflepuff table not saying a word, though. Instead, she was taking in the buzz of conversation around her. The confusion, the excitement, and even the worry. Hayley knew she'd never be one to be chosen; her name would never grace the goblet of fire. Still, she looked down at her slightly stained fingertips as she smudged a bit more charcoal over the page small page. The shadowed shape of the trophy forming, hands reaching out from the darkness all around it. The sudden shouting caught her attention, though. A soft smile coming to her lips as some Puffs practically challenged some Gryffindor's with words yelled between the two tables.