<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PEzV53l.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><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>  Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This right hurr (https://i.imgur.com/OeWyKUN.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 3rd September, Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hufflepuff Common Rooms<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> <a href="#user_httpswwwyoutubecomwatchvXjVNlGcZyQ">Pink - Raise Your Glass</a><br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Ferrets and friendship! <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Addison laughed at ‘danger noodle’, finding the expression oddly fitting. After all, Fez often got himself into trouble, and more often than not, it was Addison working on getting him out of it. Sometimes Cai came in to help when he was around, but she had hardly seen him all summer. Hell, she hadn’t seen much of anyone this year and as Curtis brought up that frustrating topic, her shoulders grew a little tense. Her body language said a lot, for those who knew how to read her, because Addison did a good job of masking her emotions on her face.<br/><br/>The optimistic lilt of her voice wavered, but she tried to keep it on for a good show. “Oh… a lot of what I expected… and some disappointment. I had an amazing internship in Romania to work with dragons. I spent the last<em>three</em>years trying to get into the program and- well let's say there was a change of plans.” She masked her frustrations by carefully folding someone’s discarded cloak upon discovering that no ferret was beneath it.<br/><br/>Even the ferns within Fez’s reach were empty. Panic was a long way from setting in, there were just too many places for the scoundrel to hide and she knew his habits. Sighing, she gave the paper bag a little shake.<br/><br/>Her parents made her do drills. And write essays… Her father even tried making her duel against him but...<em>Well...</em>She winced, then rubbed the back of her neck as she tried to come up with a careful explanation for those horrible weeks. Something logical. Something that would easily shift the subject away from the real nightmare of her home life to something far more pleasant. She never liked to talk about herself for long.<br/><br/>Fez had good timing. He waddled into the common room with his fur sticking up in every which-way, heavily lidded eyes, the glazed look of someone half-asleep. “Ah!” She stepped up to him and scooped him up, allowed to fix his ruffled appearance long enough to straighten out his whiskers, before the critter was making a grab for the food. She held it open for him as his torso disappeared inside and immediately started to devour a ham sandwich. “You probably had a more interesting summer. How were your shows? Any new acts?”