<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> Trying new things<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hogwarts was unlike anything she had experienced before and it was a challenge to take it all in stride. The staircases moved for starters, there was a mischievous poltergeist that liked to play rude tricks on the students and the comfortable safety of routine was interrupted by how unfamiliar everything was. At first, Bambi felt completely overwhelmed and clenched with panic, but the warmth of the students and her own resolve to break through barriers pulled her through some of her shyness and into a state of determination.<br/><br/>Well, at least it did for a little while. Whenever she was around Eliza, Bambi felt bold and empowered and more of the woman she had always wanted to be. Yes, she was going to rock these tests. Yes, she was going to make new friends and new memories that would make her chuckle when she was old and grey. Yes, Eliza, she was going to wear that dress and strut in those heels and…<em>Oh god…</em>What had she been thinking?!<br/><br/>Not for the first time, Bambi Trémaux sighed to herself and pulled at the hem of her skirt. It wasn’t nearly as short as she imagined it to be, she was perfectly capable of walking without flashing anyone and it didn’t ride up thanks to a simple charm she had mustered together. She was comfortable, the fabric was soft and didn’t itch. The heels were one of the few arts she had mastered but her hesitation was making her feel more like a newborn giraffe rather than a graceful addition to the Hogwarts. All of the adrenaline from yesterday’s feast evaporated and she was left with an endless stream of excuses inside of her head.<em>Sorry, I can’t go, I got lost,</em>was one of them. Even though the directions were straightforward. Even though she was standing at the door and could see people trickling into the halls. Music pulsed inside, people were laughing and drinking and having a good time. There was absolutely nothing wrong with this situation.<br/><br/>Bambi dropped her eyes as if she might have found roots ensnaring her ankles.<em>I couldn’t go, I got stuck by some crazy plants.</em>But, no, there was just the simple nude strap from her heels, nothing but her own head was keeping her from crossing the threshold.<br/><br/>People were going to start thinking she was some sort of vampire if she kept standing there.<br/><br/>Plus, her hair looked fantastic. It would be a shame just to run back to her private room and spend the evening behind closed doors with her nose in a book.<br/><br/>Wringing her hands together, she took the plunge and found herself moving forward, checking in her coat but almost immediately reclaiming it due to the house elf. Perhaps she<em>was</em>at the wrong place? Or maybe she wasn’t really supposed to be here? But the elf shooed her off and the witch didn’t have much of a choice.<br/><br/>The moment champagne was offered, she downed the flute in seconds and the warmth it provided helped.<em>Okay… You’ve got this.</em>But she took a second glass just to be sure, sipping on this one more slowly as she went on the hunt for familiar faces and, she hoped, reassurance that stepping out of her comfort zone wasn’t as horrible as it felt sometimes.