<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/936full-douglas-booth.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> Bryson Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14761561#msg14761561)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 17 inches | Elm |  Jakalope Antler<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Jeans, long-sleeved grey shirt, leather jacket and a fedora for some reason...<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26/10/19, night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Main floor<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> chatting<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Mr. Campbell had been busy simply people watching from his casual perch on the couch. There was a lot going on, but it was all the "usual" sort of party happenings. Hookups, dancing, walflowers, drinking, the occasional low-key fight...<br/><br/>He caught a flash of dark shimmer to the side and turned to see his classmate looking just a tad uncomfortable. She was so pretty, and she had picked out something nice to wear so it was a shame she was so uncomfortable. Truth be told, Bryson felt out of place at the Darleys' place too, but wasn't generally bothered by stuff like that. He laughed off the awkward and let insults roll off of him like water off a duck's back.<br/><br/>In the moment, he thought his redheaded classmate could use an ally in this mess of people, both friend and foe. So Bryson decided to sidle up to her with  exaggeratedly flirtatious body language and facial expressions. "Heeeeyy, lady..." He gave her a Cheshire grin. "What brings you to this bloody crime scene?" It was a bad joke but he was confident she'd at least get it enough to roll her eyes.<br/>