<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.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>Loveday Marley</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts Skirt Uniform -&gt; Drinking Outfit described below<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> Angry Loveday Drags Dyani to get Mahhhhtal<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkVy2FeqIyc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani (Amarlo), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Loveday tossed the broom over her shoulder, standing with her legs wide in the miniskirt, powerful thighs on full display in the fishnets as she checked out what Dyani was making of herself.<br/><br/>"Much better now that you look like you got lost on the way ta Sunday School." Loveday sighed. This was a rough, tough, dark kind of place and here she was dressing like a girl who just couldn't wait to be a football mom. That was Dyani for you, constantly embarrassing her! Well, there would be plenty of chances to remind her of what a nuisance she was later. Right now the lack of booze was the biggest problem.<br/><br/>"C'mon get in there." Loveday swung the broom into Dyani's backside like she was a cat in the wrong place. The Shoo! was implied. Loveday would continue swatting at her butt until she got in in gear, then holster her broom back over her shoulder and stroll in with her friend.<br/><br/>On walking in she tossed her broom into the corner that was reserved for tossing things into. One might think that a place like the Hog's Head wouldn't be so trusting, but the clientele here being who they were offered the best security for those who would worry about their things. Don't steal that, you don't know who it belongs to, the thought that passed through the head of any would be thieves. Better to go pick pockets down at the richer places, less trouble, more gold, much less likely to get hit with an unforgivable curse for stealing.<br/><br/>The crowd was light but that suited Loveday, less people to bother her the better. She dragged Dyani over to the far side of the bar and planted herself on the stool, crossed her legs and shouted her normal "Hoy us something strong gadgie." At the bartender.<br/><br/>A moment later a pair of indeed quite powerful mixed drinks were in front of the girls. Only after taking a very deep sip of something that was mostly vodka with a hint of cranberry juice in it did Loveday begin to answer the poor Syltherin's questions.<br/><br/>"Haddaway an shite, you know damn well why I'm pissed an all." She muttered, glaring at her drink, and then at Dyani. "This micey contest of theirs." She gulped again. "We all gotta act like we divvin know some red and gold prick is gonna get picked and then win it all." She glanced down at her glass again. "Probably won't even let any Badgers in after what happened last time."<br/><br/>Something would become clear to Dyani as her friend positively<em>sulked</em>in front of her. There was no way the woman she was drinking with would be this upset about the Triwizard Tournament unless ... no. It couldn't be...could it?