<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> Expecting Ora | Open-ish</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>After that early morning announcement from the Minister of Magic about the Tournament being canceled, Audrey decided to get out for a bit of fresh air. The hallways at Hogwarts were always stirring with gossip and rumors. Now that she was hearing about the ghost of Cedric Diggory being responsible in some way for the destruction of the goblet of fire, she took it as a sign that she had been trapped inside those castle walls for too long. Forced social interaction was doing a great deal to her.<br/><br/>So, after grabbing a quick sandwich from the cafeteria, she ducked out of sight. Maybe it was best for her to sneak off on her own. It would give Derek a chance to talk to Dior about the Tournament in private. Though if the blonde were upset about the trials being canceled, she was sure that it stemmed from the reality that she would no longer be promised the attention and recognition that she had been expecting, from being the selected Hogwarts champion. Just being chosen at all was sure to mean she’d never let anyone forget that she was.<br/><br/>Audrey stepped into The Magic Neep and grabbed a magical cart, which every British person around her called a trolly. It followed her around like a puppy waiting for its treat. Making her way through aisles aimlessly, she scanned each shelf in search of nothing in particular. Junk food, mostly. Maybe some dirty magazines, if they sold any of those anywhere. Her brow perked when she reached the bakery section. Flipping through the pages of a small booklet that displayed the various signature cakes and cupcakes they made, she smirked.<br/><br/>An employee with a red apron approached, greeting Audrey in a chipper tone. To which Audrey hissed in response, making the woman flinch and hesitate. “Hi Miss! Can I… help you?” She stumbled over her own question, but by then Audrey was already thumbing through the pictures again. “Where’s the NSFW section?” She asked without missing a beat. The employee gaped at her. “The… um, what?” She questioned. Audrey glared at the woman. “Not Safe For Work? You know, like the Adult cake section?” Her eyes went wide as if to implore the other woman.<br/><br/>“I mean, come on, you can’t hide pornographic art from the general public. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve seen naughty parts formed expertly out of fondant?” The question was rhetorical, but the woman behind the bakery counter had no idea. She just continued to stare, almost horrified at the words that Audrey was so flagrantly throwing around. “It’s art, Nancy!” Audrey didn’t even know if that was the woman’s name. But she looked like a fucking Nancy. “You can’t censor art!” Before she knew it, she was making a small scene, causing other customers to stop in their tracks and turn to gawk at her.