<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ky7zIN0.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>     </td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>     </td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>As Pictured</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Darley Penthouse | Main Hall</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>International Magical Cooperation Part II</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>Tightrope -- Janelle Monáe (https://youtu.be/pwnefUaKCbc)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td>Gabby NPC | Dior Darley | Valentin Delestrac | <strong>Open</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Eliza was on cloud 9.<br/><br/>Her day had started with a brekkie of champions and a midday dessert by the name of ‘Joey.’ Eliza hadn’t gathered the traditional tidbits of information about the Adonis, but she knew enough about him to feel as if she’d met a kindred spirit already – someone else to potentially hang out with all year. With Joanna, Bambi, and Joey, she was already used to Hogwarts and never wanted to see the stuffy gold-trimmed Beauxbatons ever again. Combined with the potential to make plenty new connections at this party, the Ozzy was bubbling with excitement, adding a spring in her step that carried her lightly (despite her size) down the cobblestones of Hogsmeade.<br/><br/>Being on cloud 9, Eliza decided to dress like a denizen of the heavens and sported a pair of high-waisted leather pants with a rhinestone and tasseled bralette and a pair of enormous white angel’s wings. It had taken some effort but the wings were a transfigured backpack complete with straps, and a great deal of attention had been paid to the feathers so that they looked and felt real – even though they were made without the use of animal cruelty.<br/><br/>It had taken her a bit to find the penthouse, but when she finally climbed the stairs and opened the door, she took a look around as if she’d barged into the wrong place. The corridor was long and dark, and pulsing with red light like a displaced heart.<strong>“Hello?”</strong>she called out, her accent ringing down the pillars of marble, beckoning her to follow.<strong>“Helloooo?”</strong>she asked again, walking then along the torches as her hair flounced as she craned her neck to see the height of the ceiling. Was this an apartment? What the hell was going on?<strong>“HELLOOO…”</strong><br/><br/>An elderly woman’s voice suddenly answered, from up ahead.<em>“What the hell are you hollering for? Ruddy kids don’t have any respect…” </em><br/><br/><strong>“The hell did you say to me?”</strong>Eliza was heated, walking faster towards the source of the voice when she happened upon the coat check and saw that the displeased voice belonged to an old house elf. She wore gold hoops in her oversized ears and wore a red dress that complimented her skin tone despite looking to be what some would consider ‘too old to be comfortable in an ensemble with such a high slit.’ On the desk was a placard that read ‘Gabby.’ When she looked up to Eliza, she fluttered her blackened lashes like the swatting of a fly.<br/><br/><em>“You damn kids don’t know what a coat check is when you see one?”</em>Her voice was high pitched, but grating and bordered on shrill.<em>“Give me your coat, <em>obviously</em>, I’ll give you a ticket, <em>obviously</em>, and when you come back, we’ll exchange them again.”</em>The house elf drawled as if she were speaking to the simplest human alive and yet in spite of the insult, Eliza liked this cheeky elf. She was old, opinionated, and wore what she wanted. They were kin.<br/><br/><strong>“Right, sorry mate but I haven’t got one. Can I go—”</strong><br/><br/><em>“Haven’t brought a coat?”</em>Gabby sounded incredulous and angry all at the same time, and the heavy shadow on her eyes started to clump from blinking in such rapid succession. The house elf threw her hands into the air, clearly annoyed.<em>“Then what are you doing at the coat check? We haven’t got any extras so don’t come complaining to me at the end of the night when you’re frozen to the bone!”</em><br/><br/><strong>“All right, all right, bye Gabby!”</strong>Eliza waved and then hurried into the main hall, where it became clear that the ruby theme was intentional and not indicative of an eventual slaughter. With a look around at the place she noticed that there was a distinct lack of Halloween decorations and costumes… This was the party before Halloween so it<em>had</em>to be a costume party…right? Eliza gulped and prepared for the very real possibility that this party was not…<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Z48DVuQ.png)</div><br/>She saw Valentin talking with a woman who seemed almost a part of the décor and instead of barging up and interrupting, Eliza opted to let her classmate enjoy a bit of time with the sparkly madame without her interference. There would be plenty of time to hit on them both separately, but for now, she wanted a drink and then a dance on the sizable floor.<br/><br/>On her way to the dance floor, Eliza started rocking her shoulders to the beat and as if on cue, a cigarette girl paused next to her and grinned, looking up at the thick, Amazonian angel. The redhead gestured to the treats on her plate, of which there were shots of a black frothing liquid and a series of rolled cigarettes. Without hesitation, Eliza tossed back one of the shots and was pleasantly surprised to find that it tasted of black currant and bitter chocolate instead of Jägermeister.<strong>“Woo!”</strong>she exhaled and then immediately took another from the girl’s tray, knocking it back rapidly.<em><strong>“WOO!”</strong></em>She set the empty glass onto the tray and then plucked a cigarette and a book of matches.<strong>“Thanks luv,”</strong>she said with a wink. Once Eliza was in the middle of the dance floor, she sniffed the fag in her hand and her face lit up as she recognized the smell as kind bud.<strong>“Oh, bloody ripper!”</strong>she said excitedly as she struck the match and lit up, taking a deep inhale and holding the joint up as she danced.