<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> Between a red rock and a hard place<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rhys, Mack, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It wasn’t the first time someone had openly laughed in her face about her name. Bambi took it in stride, inwardly sighing at herself for being too nervous to think about introducing herself as ‘Bam’. It wasn’t<em>vastly</em>improved from the original, but she did enjoy the personal connections she had with everyone who called her that. So why not start here? Why couldn’t she make that the new normal? This was about new beginnings, after all, this was why she had wanted to come to Hogwarts so badly.<br/><br/>The blatant laughter didn’t surprise her. But Rhys’ open invitation for what she assumed was drugs, did. She blinked. Then she blinked again down at the bag in his hand.<br/><br/>“This is<em>so</em>good,” The ginger took a heavy drink from the glass in her hand, but it didn’t sound like she was just talking about the champagne.<br/><br/>“Uhm…” Bambi was sheltered, she knew it. The most exciting experiences she ever had played out on the pages of a book. It wasn’t her first party, drugs and alcohol were the norms even at Beauxbaton but they were things treated with a little more<em>hush hush</em>. Was this just how life was at Hogwarts? In Scotland? She wasn’t about to write off the fact that they were trying to pull her leg; but if she were to judge by the amusement on Mackenzie’s face, it seemed that this was just Rhys’ way.<br/><br/>“Oh. No. But… thank you.” That sounded pretty lame. There was the damn blush again, the infuriating rush of heat right to her cheeks.<em>Thank god for the red lights.</em>Maybe she could blame it on the alcohol because this time the heat only seemed to linger in her cheeks. “Are you both in the same house? I hear Hogwarts has four of them?” The idea was fascinating to her since Beauxbaton didn’t have such customs. They had enough rivalry between blood that she thought that this was just for the better.<br/>