<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9vuHhhf.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> Fuck you too, Loveday! (https://i.imgur.com/A5JjQ3q.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hog's Head Inn<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Flabbergasted Dyani gets dragged off by angry Loveday - Then kissed!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday (Red Phoenix), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><i>Aaah</i>, well wasn't this a<i>blissfully</i>familiar sensation? A little<i>too</i>familiar, if you ask me. It felt the same every single time, and Dyani always found herself frozen in awe by just how soft those Geordie lips were.<i>Nothing</i>about Loveday was soft. She was pure iron will on a body that could bend Dyani like a soft pretzel. It was always so<i>distracting</i>.  So very much so that Dyani always found her lips lingering, captive alongside her brain far longer than she might have wanted.<br/><br/>Dyani gasped,<i>twice</i>. Once for the kiss, and again for the hand slipping gruffly up her thigh. The blonde captured that hand by pure instinct, offensively defending the hem of her skirt from being invaded despite that little yearning shiver that stealthily traced its way up her spine. Loveday may have gotten her that way in the old days, but Dyani was more alert now! At least that’s what she told herself ... until the cat calls started.<br/><br/>Old habits died hard after all, and just like always the pub’s entourage of shameless bastards were more than happy to start howling and whistling at the lip locked pair. Dyani’s eyes nearly popped out of her head in shock, having forgotten where they were for a moment too long. Bright red stole all the way up to her ears, accenting just how pink her usually pallid skin became with a vengeance. In a knee jerk response, the woman ripped her mouth free, pointedly smacking against the Geordie’s shoulder.<acronym title="Wanna die?!">“Haluta kuolla?!”</acronym>The Finnish blonde spat as she turned her tomato red face away from anyone that might see it, most of all<i>Loveday</i>, and hid the lower half of behind the back of her hand.<br/><br/>“Stop doing that!” She hissed in her embarrassment, turning to kick at one of her shins in a huff - even as she continued to hide her raspberry colored cheeks. Dyani never really did do PDA's very well... It just went against the very nature of her upbringing. But she was now thoroughly convinced Loveday would be the death of her one day.<br/>