<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51FjDMC.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><strong>NAME:</strong> Evelyn “Eevee” St. Claire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14750198#msg14750198)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong>[/b] 10 ⅕ inches | Larch | White River Monster Spine (https://i.imgur.com/eU3N2Ee.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This number right here! (https://i.imgur.com/tdJZVtG.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Time to mingle<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Switch -Will Smith (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzUozo1628U)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Evelyn couldn’t help but jump when the chanting frat boys entered the party, but after witnessing their interactions for a few moments a slow smile stretched out across her face. It seemed they weren’t looking to posture themselves and strut, so much as showing a little ‘school spirit’. Literally. She passed on a shot that was offered her way but was quite happy to share some conversation, and when that natural flow and ebb passed her by she was left feeling a little more excited than when her evening began.<br/><br/>The tournament was all the talk at school, but upon the arrival of Durmstrang and Beauxbaton, the conversation seemed to take a momentary tilt. It was less about the cup and more about those beautiful faces or those intimidating figures. Sexy. Alcohol. Dior was quite sharp. Throwing this party was an excellent way to see these people with low inhibitions and get a better measure on who they were up against. Or maybe the woman just wanted an excuse to throw another lavish party? Hard to tell with that one.<br/><br/>Tired from dancing and looking to quench her thirst, Evelyn turned her eyes to the bar but hesitated approaching it. It wasn’t as if the woman was intimidated by the crowd that had gathered there, but she wasn’t much of a drinker and it looked like they were lining up the sort of juice that would knock her right on her ass in one swallow. The night was still young and she really didn’t want to spend the last half praising to the porcelain gods.<em>Time for a walk,</em><br/><br/>This wasn’t her first time at one of the Darley’s swanky events. Just around the corner and down a more subdued hallway she found a table with bottled water and other non-alcoholic refreshments. Eevee grabbed one of the bottled, rolling it across her forehead to help cool her down as she carried herself to one of the couched and plopped down without ceremony. It was hot, she could feel her pulse inside her tongue from the exertion of dancing for so long, but she didn’t mind the break where it was a little quieter. It gave her a chance to simply watch the crowd and enjoy the buzz of activity.<br/>