<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/9a4c9be187e9d21ab72e5733bfcf0ce1/tumblr_mzrxepDQ3Q1rk5jbto1_250.png)</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> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with these jeans and boots (http://41.media.tumblr.com/ad3db1e562d9349614fed69645ffe80d/tumblr_nta05p7QlQ1uqr45io1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, November 1st, 2019 | Late afternoon <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Wandering around the streets of Hogsmeade<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Let me introduce my bad self<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Futures (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAl70EpE7uk&amp;list=PLWg78pwGdP1ZCKxGp7KJ_1G3MYVTMnx7W&amp;index=79)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ora | And alcohol. Lots of alcohol.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Audrey had no real plan or end goal with the battle of the baker. She just got worked up sometimes. Or maybe it was just that she was bored with the mundane quality of life and liked to add in a bit of pot stirring when she was presented with the opportunity to do so. Even she couldn’t be sure what a logical explanation was for her behavior, sometimes. Maybe that was the point.<br/><br/>When it seemed that the argument in progress had reached a bit of an impasse, mostly because the baker behind the counter had absolutely no clue what else there was to say to someone who was clearly disturbed, someone else joined the conversation. Audrey flicked her head to the side to see Ora from school, stepping up beside her and correcting her statement about censoring art.<br/><br/>Audrey folded her arms in front of her, a scowling sort of pout growing on her face. She knew her well enough to recall her from school, recalling how her notoriously curly hair framed her face. That and, she had a cool nickname, which made Audrey both envious and a fan, at least in some small capacity. She asked if Audrey needed a hug and she immediately tensed everywhere.<br/><br/>“No! No hugs!” She all but shouted, jumping backward and holding a hand out toward Ora, like that would keep her away. When she called it terrorizing the baker, Audrey darkly smirked. But, when Ora mentioned getting a drink instead of hanging around at the bakery any longer, that dark grin grew into a much more sinister one.<br/><br/>“Like, alcohol?” Audrey questioned in her ever flat, monotone voice. She didn’t feel the need to mention that she had remembered Ora, too. Especially not if it might mean she’d revoke her offer for drinks. Audrey chuckled faintly at the mention of aurors and a padded cell. “You make it sound like those alternatives are bad options.” With that, she turned around, not addressing the baker further.<br/><br/>“I’m always down for drinks. But,” she stopped in front of Ora, holding a finger out to her. “No hugs.” It was the only rule she’d create for their time together. “Now let’s get a move on!” She bossed, hurrying out of the Neep, hoping she was in tow.