<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9vuHhhf.jpg)</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> <strong>Dyani Hawthorne</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14685893#msg14685893)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slytherin | 3rd<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Ash | Rougarou | 9 ½ inches | Crooked and Firm<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin Uni Uniform --&gt; I know better than to wear skirts with Loveday (https://i.imgur.com/031We8c.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Flabbergasted Dyani gets dragged off by angry Loveday. <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday (Red Phoenix), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"No, Jamie, I don't think your new tattoo is dumb at all." Dyani droned, barely able to keep her eyes from rolling. "So what if they called you a weeb. Just because you have-- uh, what's his name again?" "Ichigo." "Right, right. Just because you have Itchy-co's mask thing--" "Ichigo!!" "Oh<i>for fucks sake</i>, Jamie, you're a fucking weeb. Just own that shit!" Dyani huffed, about ready to throw one of her scrolls at his dumb face. "What the hell do you care what they think? Did you get the damn ink for you or for them?!"<br/><br/>"It's the principle, Yan! I'm not a weeb, I'm a fucking<i>otaku</i>. Those ignorant fucks should know the difference!" The slightly younger boy grumbled and Dyani's forehead was abruptly one with the lacquered table. She would give just about<i>anything</i>to get away from such a pointless conversation right now.<i>Anything</i>!<br/><br/>"Loveday, w-wait!!" The blonde gasped as she was suddenly whisked out of her seat and dragged towards the door. Jamie, in the meantime, just stood there and gawked at what had honestly become perhaps a bit more commonplace over the last couple of years than the two friends had actually realized. Dyani was becoming so used to being<i>woman-handled</i>by Loveday, the only reason she really bothered to struggle was so she could catch her bag by the tips of her fingers.<br/><br/>"It's nice to see you too, Muffy..." Dyani drooled as she blew a tuft of hair out of her eyes and tried to keep up with a five inch longer stride. Dear lord, this woman was lucky she had a fascinating backside... One that properly distracted her long enough for Loveday to pull her onto a broom. "Oh hell no! I don't want to di--- aaaah!" How many times had Dyani's shrieks echoed off the walls of Hogwart's castle thanks to this one single damn woman by now? She was starting to wonder if Loveday was a--- No, no, never mind. She<i>knew</i>Loveday was a sadist. Alternatively, she was starting to wonder what Loveday enjoyed about this more... The screams, or the fact that Dyani was not squashed up against his back, thighs clasped to hers, arms wrapped beneath her bosom, clinging to the woman like it was her last life line.<br/><br/>"I<i>hate</i>you." Dyani panted as they hit beautiful, luscious earth again, and tangled herself from what must have been karmic intervention for all her bitchiness in secondary school. "No, I'm serious. I really do hate you right now." She growled and promptly froze as she caught her reflection in a nearby shop window. Her eyes practically bugged right out of her head. "MEINE HAARE?!" Dyani looked like she was about to march onto the stage in a Broadway showing of Cats!<br/><br/>"You are lucky you are endearing..." She glowered at her friend as she fished throughout her coat for her wand. "Ah-ha!" The crooked thing came loose from the same pocket it was always in. "Forma!" Ashwood twirled about her head and that frizzy mane grew beautifully tame. "Just one more thing..." A single finger came out to greet Loveday as Dyani went about playing Fairy Godmother on herself. "Hmmm..." She paused, squinting down and past the uniform currently enshrouding her with more humility and restriction than she would have liked, mentally scrolling through her personal closet. "Commutatio." Her wrist flicked and emerald greens melted away into something a bit more form fitting... And consequentially safer in her friend's presence.<br/><br/>Dyani knew better than to wear a skirt around Loveday Marley. A lovely pair of form fitting jeans and a cropped lavender sweater would keep her safe enough. "Now that I do not look like a catholic school girl who just fell out of the hen house, what has you so pissy?" Not that anyone within a two mile radius couldn't tell Loveday was righteously furious over something, or anything.