<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> I know better than to wear skirts with Loveday (https://i.imgur.com/031We8c.jpg) --&gt; 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. <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/><br/>"<i>Oh. my. god, <b>fine</b>.</i>" Dyani's eyes couldn't have rolled any further even<i>with</i>magic being a factor. "Commutatio!" The blonde repeated tersely, her<i>'sunday school'</i>ensemble melting away into something a bit more<s>slutty</s>eye catching. Pink jeans faded away like wisps of bubblegum smoke, replacing modesty and length for a mid-length cotton candy mini skirt. Her flirty half-cut sweater shrank and clung closer to her supple flesh, now a lavender crop-top that left very little to the imagination.<i>Apparently</i>they were slummin' it today - or maybe Loveday wanted to lure in the liable googly eyed predators that liked to hang around a place like this. That way<i>she</i>could let loose some of that pent up aggression wadding itself with her head up her ass!<br/><br/>Honestly, she really looked like she really needed it... Something was truly bothering her friend, and at this point, Dyani was starting to feel like a few rounds at some unwitting punching bag would be an excellent detour of Loveday's grumpy attention.  "There,<i>happy?</i>" Her hand waved in presentation, despite the holes she was trying to burn into Loveday's face right about now.<br/><br/>Arms folded across her chest, Dyani begrudgingly followed the sassy bitch into the Hog's Head and was about ready to throw her hands into the air when Loveday ordered her a drink like some rich boyfriend trying to act like he had his big boy britches. "<i>Fuck that</i>, I want something fruity and delicious. Not saturated in<i>piss water</i>." She shot at the poor bar keep like<i>they</i>were the one that somehow managed to piss her off. It was somewhere between a wary and confused glance that she actually managed to chill out, and even flashed the man an apologetic, albeit somewhat sheepish, smile.<br/><br/>"<i>Hah</i>. As if a Badger could win anyways." Dyani sneered, 100% goading her friend. "And<i>fuck</i>Gryffindor. If they want a<i>real</i>champion we'll have a Slytherin at the mantle." Oh, Dyani was playing with fire... But that was one of the most fun things about Loveday. She<i>loved</i>to fuck with her, because she fucked right on back! "Besides," She sniffed haughtily, turning her attention to the blackberry sangria placed before her and took a long sip for dramatic effect. Loveday may think she was being subtle, but Dyani saw right through her. "It isn't like you want to apply anyways, so what do you care?"