<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 -Outside balcony.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A little drunk, but it's not from the champagne... And our friendly Freaud(ian) is there. <br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> What would happen if-- Meredith Brooks (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FtXZW8PvLKQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The topsy turvy range of emotions was intense, from fear of coming to the party so out of her comfort zone to amusement at the two Hogwarts students she had met, back to the adrenaline rush of violence looming ahead and back around all the way to disbelief at reuniting with Raynor. It made the last hour feel like an entire day, exhausting and long, but it was ending on such a sweet note that the other memories seemed miles away and not completely her own.<br/><br/>She’s read all about first kisses, watched them play out in various forms of media and often swooned at the passionate, romantic bliss that was captured at that moment. Bambi hadn’t ever imagined it would be so perfectly sweet when it came time for hers. She wasn’t cynical but she tried to remain realistic.<em>Hard to ignore the weakness in the knees or the slight spinning inside the head!</em>It was everything she had hoped it would be and far more than she thought possible.<br/><br/>She was drunk off of Raynor and it had nothing to do with her glass of champagne or the allure of his cologne. Even as she blinked up at him, struggling to focus on his eyes, too mesmerized by his lips. Even when he spoke to her and cupped the side of her face, cradling her cheeks in those giant paws he called hands. Bambi was smiling, breathless as she tingled from scalp to heel. “I can’t see anything,” she murmured sweetly, unable to help herself. “You’ve made my head foggy and my knees weak.”<br/><br/>Bambi licked her lips and the taste of his mouth lingering on them had her shiver. She needed to wrap her fingers into his shirt to steady herself, using the belt on his hips as extra leverage. Eventually, she did stare up at him, more clearly than before. But none of the heat in her gaze melted away. “Just one more thing you excel at, Raynor. I’ve always known you were quite talented with your hands, but it seems like your lips are even better.”<br/><br/>And of course, as soon as she said that her face twisted with horrified realization. She blushed so hard she felt sweat begin to prickle against her scalp and between her shoulder blades, just as she brought up a startled hand to her lips which fell open in shock. “Oh! Oh, I didn’t mean it like<em>that</em>!”<br/>