<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/AudreyCloseUpParty.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> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/PartyModeAudrey.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, October 26th, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Halls<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> But first, let me take a selfie...<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Never Wanted to Dance (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EuTpfAxkUek)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek | Kinda Dior and kinda Valentin | Open-ish</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>It should come as no surprise that Audrey’s fashion sense was completely nonexistent. Most of her clothing consisted of items she found while dumpster diving or at estate sales of old people shortly after they passed away.<br/><br/>Naturally, that meant, for even the biggest of ragers - hosted by the princess of parties; Dior Darley herself - Audrey’s wardrobe would remain just as pitiful as ever. She dressed like someone’s grandmother most of the time, and a homeless person who lived in a residential dumpster the rest of the time.<br/><br/>The dress she decided to wear to the party looked like an old woman’s tablecloth or loveseat sofa, with its floral, almost inkblot looking designs. At least it was clean, even if it did smell a bit like mothballs. Or maybe that was just her imagination, because as soon as she set foot inside the Darley penthouse, all of her senses were altered.<br/><br/>Everything was red - blood red. Either the walls were trying to tell everyone that Dior was getting a special visit from her Aunt Flo, or the theme of the party was blood to make some other statement. Audrey’s normally dull expression was livened by the atmosphere at once.<br/><br/>“Wow,” she mouthed, making her way deeper into the party. She kept her eyes open for Derek, passing around crowds and squeezing by people who didn’t notice her at all. It was easy for her to sneak through the party, since she typically went around being invisible.<br/><br/>In a little while, she found Derek standing near Dior and someone else who she didn’t recognize. “Oooh,” she cooed, grabbing hold of the whiskey in his hand and taking an appreciative inhale of it. “Hello alcohol, my old friend,” she imitated the song that had become a popular meme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYS0EeaAUMw) on the internet.<br/><br/>She took a swig and swallowed it down harshly, then sighed out in contentment, making a bit of a groaning sound that should have probably been reserved for the bedroom. Her eyes even rolled backward, showing a lot of the white space that existed there. After licking her lips and lowering her head to regard the eyes of those in front of her, Audrey handed the glass back to Derek.<br/><br/>“I’ll just get him out of your hair.” She draped an arm around Derek’s shoulder and turned them both, then walked off with no real direction or purpose. “Show me the deepest, darkest corners of this place, Derek.” She whispered against his ear, just barely managing to resist the urge to nip at his earlobe. “Somewhere that no one will judge us for kinks and fetishes,” she smirked darkly, turning to face him.