<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EEVWCFh.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/e/ea/BeauxbatonsCrestClearBg.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/350?cb=20160630041801)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>     </td><td>Eliza Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664026#msg14664026)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>     </td><td>Fourth</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Halfblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>10 ½” | Chestnut | Unicorn Hair | Springy (https://i.imgur.com/2e8tNWl.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>As Pictured | White Tee &amp; Black Skinny Jeans</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Wandering the Halls</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>International Magical Cooperation</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>Baby I got me, only friend I need… (https://youtu.be/KVGRN7Z7T1A)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td><strong>Joey Kingston</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>On any other given Saturday, the late morning hours would see Eliza Campbell lounging in her pajamas in front of the telly, nursing a hangover the size of Australia. Indeed, the night prior, she and Joanna had gone out and true to form, and the pair of larrikins had gotten properly pissed in celebration of the ‘ketchup and mustard reunion.’ Though Eliza loved her sweet French friend Bambi, it was relieving to be around Joanna, who had the stones and the juice to keep the party going even after most others would have dropped. It had been far too long since she and Eliza been kicked out of a pub, and even longer still since they’d used that as an excuse to find another!<br/><br/>That morning, Eliza had stumbled into her dorm mere moments before the sun had risen and slept for all of 5 hours before the siren song of adventure beckoned her to rise. With the prospect of an entirely new castle to explore, Eliza didn’t need much more than her headphones and her never-ending playlist to justify wandering around until she found something interesting to do. In a place like this, it was impossible to remain bored! Eliza was no stranger to beautiful places having been educated between Ilvermorny and the Australian School of Magic, but Hogwarts was<em>ancient,</em>older even than Oxford, or the University of Bologna, both of which traced back over 900 years. The entire school felt like a museum instead of an opulent palace (like Beauxbatons) and Eliza felt much more at home there than she did in France. Plus, there was the added benefit of not having to use her French, which was improving by leaps and bounds but still left a great deal to be desired.<br/><br/>Yes, life at Hogwarts was going to be better than it was at Beauxbatons. That much Eliza could tell even before she’d met up with Joanna. With even just a cursory glance, it was clear to see that there were more<em>types</em>of people at Hogwarts. Whereas Beauxbatons was filled with row after row of devastatingly beautiful yet noticeably all-white models, here in England there was more diversity, right down to the different types of curry and ethnic food there was access to! And admittedly, it did help to see that there were more plus size professors here too, whereas in France, Eliza was the literal fat, black sheep.<br/><br/>Eliza knew that exploring this castle would likely take the entirety of her time there, and so she didn’t rush like a tourist concerned about seeing everything. Even though her hazel eyes were drawn to the lush greenery of the grounds, it made more sense to familiarize herself with the entrances and exits before she tackled the vastness of the beyond.<br/><br/>Thus, armed with the knowledge that she would see everything in due time, Eliza strolled casually down the corridor. Every bit as tall as the suits of armor that she passed, Eliza’s audacious body and personality took up what space they wanted and asked for no apology. Her blonde hair was thick and shiny, and she was wearing her favorite outfit: a white scoop tee that said ‘REBEL’ and a pair of skinny black trousers and black high-top Converse.<br/><br/>As she walked, Eliza was singing along to the songs in her playlist.<strong>“Baby I got me, baby, I got me, and that's all I need, yeah, that's all I need…”</strong>Her voice held a pitch nicely and yet was soft, surprisingly feminine and surprisingly emotive for a woman so much larger than life. A pair of white headphones disappeared into the scoop of her neckline indicating that her phone was tucked between her full breasts.<strong>“Baby I got me, only friend by me, playing on my team, is someone like…”</strong><br/><br/>A pair of doors opened further down the hall, which would ordinarily have been underwhelming were it not for the perfect specimen of man that emerged through the doors. Eliza stopped dead in her tracks, her jaw literally dropping upon sight. He was the literal Adonis, potentially one of the most beautiful people Eliza had seen<em>ever.</em>Flawless black skin, toned muscles, and a cavalier air about him that suggested he was as unapologetic as Eliza was – or at least close.<br/><br/>She pursed her lips and a low, wolfish whistle filled the corridor. Her finger hooked to pull one of the buds out of her ear and she started walking again, hellbent on talking to this beautiful man. The closer she got, the more detail she could discern and the more staggering he became. His white tank was moist with perspiration, thereby clinging to him, and pulled tight from the stretch he was engaging in, on that caused his bicep to curl into an impressive knot.<br/><br/>Eliza saw that he had his earbuds in and decided that she could easily be louder than whatever music he was playing. She was bold yes, but touching people randomly was creepier than it was bold.<strong>“Oy! You! Man with the perfect body, can ya hear me?”</strong>she asked in a booming voice once she was within a reasonable distance. She still had one ear bud in, while the other draped over her neckline and buzzed with song against her breast.