<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EFmg2mD.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>     </td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>      </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>White Outfit (https://i.imgur.com/XOepYBO.png) | Christian Louboutin Leopard Print Boots (https://i.imgur.com/I1It1wM.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td><strong>Pre-Party</strong> | Thursday, October 24th 2019 | Morning</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Newly Bewitched Foyer (https://i.imgur.com/uZoX5Yi.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>Preparing for the Party of the Quarter-Century</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>thank u, next -- Ariana Grande (https://youtu.be/gl1aHhXnN1k)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td><strong>Derek Darley</strong> | <strong>Closed</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/uZoX5Yi.png)</div><br/>Dior had been surprisingly absent from the halls of Hogwarts, or the clubs of Hogsmeade in the last two weeks. With too much on her mind, she decided to thrust herself headfirst into party planning, and spent every waking hour that homework didn’t consume toiling away at the penthouse to make sure that her Triwizard Tournament party was the biggest and most extravagant one to date. Besides, when she was working on the Undetectable Extension Charm, or organizing with the staff she’d hired for the night, she had little time to think of Derek or Curt. This party was easily going to exhaust her funds for quite some time, but any proper socialite would tell you that the payoff of international connections would reap dividends well into the future.<br/><br/>Dior was busily working on transforming Derek’s room into one of the ‘pleasure rooms’ for her party – a definitive dig at his behavior – when she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She pulled out the pink case to see who was bothering her and groaned when she read the name: Derek. He had already texted her earlier that morning asking if she was at the penthouse, and was now calling her so there was only one explanation: he was coming or was already at the door. A door that he couldn’t unlock at that, given that Dior had the locks changed especially for this party’s security.<br/><br/>Sighing in annoyance, Dior walked out of his room and through the partially magicked halls that were empty, but glowing with crimson light. Her shoes echoed against the empty foyer, the one complete with tall marble columns standing darkly in the blood-colored illumination. When she came to the front door, Dior swung it open and looked up to her twin with an irritated expression on her pretty face. Her lips curled down at the edges and she didn’t so much as greet him as she saw him standing with his phone still pressed to his ear, red faced with anger.<br/><br/>After a look that carried the weight of her perturbation, Dior turned away from her twin with the door open as a clear invitation for him to enter, though she didn’t wait for him as she once would have. Instead, she clicked back through the new bewitched vestibule without so much as a ‘wotcher’ in greeting since she clearly had other, more important things to do than entertain his prattle.