<div class="floatleft">(http://folkr.fr/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/pomme-interview-voix-a-croquer-folkr-04.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Angela Tilbury (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674503#msg14674503)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Slytherin, Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 15 inches, Fir, Unicorn tail hair, Rigid<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pictured<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, October 26th, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Henlo<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6366dxFf-Os)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elizabeth, Dior, Daniel, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> N/A</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><em>"I think it'd be best if we found a middle ground. For now I'll get drunk and you get high. No sense in you waiting to have fun."</em><br/><br/>Angela smiled at Elizabeth, content with the compromise. She was relieved; no one at a party was more boring than the girl who didn't do anything. Getting high was the least she could think of doing, and the only thing really that involved substances.<br/><br/>"We got a deal," she replied, her hand and lower arm muscles contracting a little as she clenched her fist in a small victory sign that she tried to hide from Elizabeth. She hoped she wouldn't see her as a goody two shoes. Not liking alcohol at all didn't help, nor did not allowing herself to smoke due to her professional aspirations, but she was determined to show she could still be partying and have fun with others despite all that. Her eyes seemed to glance from Elizabeth's face to the top of her chest by themselves, the dark letters contrasting with her skin. Despite the leather boots she was wearing with their three inch heels, Angela was still about a feet shorter than her fellow Slytherin. She smirked to herself, recognizing the origin of the lyrics, before realizing she was probably staring too long and moved her head promptly.<br/><br/>She looked over at the bar again, noticing Dior leaving the counter only to get harpooned by a guy who reminded her of her cousin Xavi. "I'll go ask Dior if she has any brownies or other edibles and I'll meet you at the bar, okay?" she announced, turning her head back towards Elizabeth while already taking a step towards Dior.<br/><br/>As she approached the party host, she took a deeper breath, anticipating an unfamiliar chat with the Darley Queen. She looked like a beautiful blonde pineapple (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/39/e0/c8/39e0c8192f8a648aa44608dab9f315cc.jpg). The music was really bad. She didn't expect Dior to have such poor taste, or to have hired the most basic of DJs to play that type of trance music.<em>Well, it's her party, won't be telling her what to play,</em>she thought, slightly disappointed. If only parties had good music, maybe she'd attend more of them. She stepped next to Daniel and Dior as they were conversing, smiling politely to get their attention.<br/><br/>"Sorry to interrupt," she began, looking at the both of them before turning towards Dior, who she actually wanted to talk to, "can I bother you for five seconds?"<br/><br/>She figured the Slytherin Queen was probably busy micromanaging everything so she thought it'd be more polite to ask her if she had some time to give her instead of barging in with her questions in an insensitive manner. Angela glanced back for half a second to take a look at Daniel who, from close up, actually didn't look like her cousin Xavi.