<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ja4gab6.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>Dyani Hawthorne</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14685893#msg14685893)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slytherin | 3rd<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Ash | Rougarou | 9 ½ inches | Crooked and Firm<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Just a lil somethan' (https://i.imgur.com/mk4pGXl.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, October 26th, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Lost<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Cringe worthy derp<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaren, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>Dyani hadn't been one of Dior's biggest fans when she first came to Hogwarts, and even for a long time afterwards. Her impression of the high-born woman, much like herself, didn't change even when she found herself invited to her famous parties. It wasn't until last year, actually, that she got a glimpse of the show-girl from a different perspective. It wasn't something often talked about, but Dyani knew first hand that Dior took good care of her party guests - something completely foreign to her. Dyani was used to extensive parties meant to keep guests happy, but Dior had even taken Dyani's safety upon her, once upon a time ago. For that she could only offer the woman well wishes and smiles.<br/><br/>However,<i>this</i>party was to be something totally different. As a third year, Dyani was used to knowing just about everyone that attended. The only new faces were often Sophomores, and only those that had the balls to attend at that. This year Dior's penthouse would be invaded by so many new faces Dyani's head was already swimming with possibilities. She was a complete royal bitch to many of her old classmates, after all. She'd really had a thick stick shoved up her porcelain ass, that was for sure. She was barely skating by as it was, and had already run into a few unpleasant faces, but none of them had disarmed her so thoroughly as one in particular.<br/><br/>Aaren Sandstrom.<br/><br/><i>Ugh</i>, he was even more gorgeous than she had remembered. She honestly hadn't thought it was possible. He was beautiful before, but now? He was at least an inch or two taller, and whatever he had been doing over the last few years had really chiseled the rest of his body to near perfection.<i>You are the epitome of gross right now, gyal...</i>She muttered at herself, mirroring one of Joey's favorite terms. She kind of wished he was here right now - him or Loveday. So they could distract her from the awful feeling fluttering at the pit of her chest. Aaren was standing by one of the bars, looking just as casual as he did any day - and still she felt her heart flutter.<br/><br/><i>Why</i>on earth was she so bad at flirting? Loveday had been the one to really point it out to her. Her idea of flirting seemed to involve challenges and venomous tongues. In short, she had been a<i>massive</i>bitch to him even while crushing on him pretty hardcore. It was as if she were some kind of chest beating alpha that wanted to prove she was better than everyone, but it was quite the contrary, actually... She wanted so desperately for him to prove himself better than her, because then her father might have approved...<br/><br/><i>Woah</i>, okay, where the hell did that thought come from? Had she really been so tightly wrapped around her Dad's finger?<i>Well, there's nothing stopping you now, right?</i>Damn right, there wasn't! Dyani drew in a steadying breath that did nothing for her already racing heart, but she wasn't about to let that get in her way when she was just<i>so close</i>. Not when she could practically reach out and touch him.<br/><br/>"I'll have whatever<i>he's</i>having." The blonde tipped her head towards the object of her crazy affection as she slid up beside him, flashing the keeper one of her award winning smiles. "Long time no see." Her attention shifted to the boy--man standing beside her as she casually leaned against the counter. It wasn't until the tender set a familiar glass in front of her that the smile vanished and all her bluster fled with it.<i>Brännvin.</i>Why did it have to be brännvin? Clearly Aaren was a masochist. Despite herself, Dyani reached for the glass.<i>Fuck it</i>, she could do this. She'd never been one to back down from a challenge before, right...?<br/><br/>Except this time she probably should have. Dyani had only ever tried burn wine once in her life and she instantly regretted it, and that had only been a sip. This time she was tipping her head and tossing it back just like she'd seen Aaren do it moments before. The woman's entire face paled by three shades as her lips pursed shut just to keep her own tongue from forcing the obnoxious fluid right back out. Dyani grimaced, her entire expression screwing with abhorrence as she struggled to force the burning liquid down her throat - which only made it ten times worse. "Aaugh!" She exhaled sharply the moment it hit her stomach and shook her head as though it might dispel the fire brewing in her head. "Why do you drink that stuff?!" She practically yelped as she fanned her reddened cheeks. It was absolutely awful!