<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/i/db/2018/3/877568/877568-800w.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>18th August, 2022 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luxury tent | Quidditch Trillenium Stadium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with these heels (https://www.brides.com/thmb/mEps6ds3g9kkyolTWCxMPuHi7HM=/3650x3650/filters:fill(auto,1)/CM-001-b1cf232f372b4c59a92c0a60847285c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Preparing for the Quidditch World Cup Final<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Rush - Aly & AJ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKiKJ8FYoA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><del>Ibrahim Berkes (Heartsink)</del>| Devon MacMichaels (Swashbuckler)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Corinne rolled her eyes and let out a throaty sigh when Devon said ‘nothing’ to her accusatory question of ‘what?’ It was ironic, in her mind, that he found any reason to stare at her at all, while his face looked like it did.<br/><br/>He asked if she was okay after some time, mentioning that she seemed upset like it wasn’t a misogynistic thing to say. Corinne turned her head to glare at him, before again rolling her eyes. With a shake of her head, she passed it off as insignificant. “Nothing I can’t handle.”<br/><br/>After another angry chomp of hot dog, she grabbed a napkin from nearby and blotted at her face, not wanting to ruin her makeup. The game was underway and people were cheering all around them, but Corinne was watching the sporting spectacle like it was an IMAX movie.<br/><br/>“Did you magic your face paint?” Corinne asked passively, clearly not very interested in discovering the answer, considering she didn’t even so much as look at him when she asked. “I take it you’re cheering for the Dragons.” She stated firmly and blandly, figuring there was no need to ask it in the form of a question.