<div class="floatleft">(https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/max_1200/fc082835007785.56e69e1b15f32.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> Elizabeth Nightshade (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14713380#msg14713380)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slythering | 7th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10.5" | Blackthorn | Horned Serpent Horn<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A lacy slightly short black dress that shows her shoulder, chest and neck tattoos. 5" Stiletto heels that make her 6'4". <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Main Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Chatting to Angela<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Led Zeppelin - Black Dog (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuzAxJQElqs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Angela, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Elizabeth nodded in affirmation. It was purely theoretical to her. There was no way she'd waste time trying to find that boy someone to cheer him up. If he really needed it. She'd not even watched him any longer, focusing her attention back on Angela.<br/><br/>"Fuck no." Came a sharp response to the suggestion she might cheer him up. It was almost instinctive. Elizabeth, particularly at a party, tended to have a sharp reaction to the suggestion she might involve herself with a man. It came out harsher than she had intended, and her expression softened almost instantly afterwards. It seemed to be an effort at apologising for the snapped reaction.<br/><br/>Quickly pushing that aside, and intending to make it clear she had no ill feelings towards Angela, she smiled at the continued story - even giggling at the Arctic Monkeys joke. "Let's hope, for his sake, that the curfew was lifted for tonight. As for the rest of it the superheroes are everywhere nowadays." She didn't have a disdainful tone at all, more noting that it'd become a lot more socially acceptable lately. "Maybe we can rid him of the questions by getting him high instead." She suggested in the end.<br/><br/>To that point Elizabeth felt her buzz subsiding. She nodded her head at Angela, suggesting she could follow on if she wanted, and made her way to the nearest cigarette girl. Resisting the urge to see if she could get a rise out of this one she almost immediately took the first glance of champagne she could, taking a few sips before casually downing it. She still wasn't sure if she would give in fully tonight, but she needed to be more tipsy than this. After downing one she fetched a second glass, turning to see if Angela had followed. At least now she'd be well aware that Elizabeth left her sophisticated academic side at the party's door.