<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> Loveday Marley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts Skirt Uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcome Feast<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>  <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open to Hufflepuff or anyone who happens to be nearby <br/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Bout time I'm bleedin' clammin." Loveday said as she dug into the food in front of her. Coming back from her mandatory muggle life in Newcastle over the break she missed a lot of things about Hogwarts, but the food was always what made her feel like she was back home again. She picked up a chicken wing and gnawed the meat off of it like a starving wolf, tossing the bones back down and wiping her fingers off as she picked up a bread roll.<br/><br/>"S'matta Loveday? Not excited for the tournament?" A mate in her class asked with the sort of innocent tone that made it clear she knew this was poking a button.<br/><br/>"Why aye." Loveday scowled. Her Geordie accent had softened considerably in her years at Hogwarts, most notably due to how often it had interfered with spellcasting, but she still carried it loud and proud and sometimes incomprehensibly. "No quidditch all year, right?" she started counting off on her fingers the reasons, "Buncha prats from the mainland we gotta put up with," Loveday had a habit of assuming everyone she hadn't met yet was a prat. Life typically backed her up on this point. "All this nonsense an' all and in the end you know some Gryffindor workyticket's just gonna cheat their way in again."<br/><br/>There were a few good natured chuckles that provoked Loveday to scowling all the harder. "What? Don't you all know that's what happened last time. Most proper gadgie ever come out of this place won it fair and square and some prat twocked it from him. Shouldn't have even been there but they let it go cuz of what house he come from." A nod towards the red and gold wasn't really needed. "Anyway, Cedric got the dunchin' that wonder boy should've got and everyone's supposed to say what a hero he is for it. And now that hinnie of us up in government wants us to do it again?" Loveday shook her head. "You know." She said taking another bite of the roll and not bothering to avoid talking with her mouth full, "Only difference between Gryffindor and Slythern?" There was a pause, a few of her friends grinned, knowing just where she was going with this, "They'll both stab you in the back, spit in your face, take everything you've got and laugh about it, only thing is the Gryffindor will go around tellin' everyone what a bloody hero they were after and get a medal for it."<br/><br/>She glared back up at the headmaster's table, before turning her attention to another piece of fried chicken.<br/><br/>"Well." She said, trying to give herself some good news. "Maybe one of our "guests" will want to play a "friendly game" like and I can give Doc Evans somethin' to do this year after all. What?" She said with a grin, "Doc'll get hacky lazy without all the business I send her way." Fond memories of breaking opposing seeker's bones at least finally brought a smile to Loveday's face. The thought of adding a few people from other schools to that list even made it grow and Loveday actually seemed happy for a moment.