<div class="floatleft">(https://media.vanityfair.com/photos/5884e18f9a46ec0e311bfdf6/master/w_768,c_limit/sundance-2017-aubrey-plaza.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> 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> Ravenclaw uniform (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/53/e9/47/53e947cfa3e486f27561656454291927.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Monday, 2 September 2019 | Evening <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall | Ravenclaw table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Bitches love me<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Bitches (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_lZjm5YQmw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior | Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, Audrey rested her hands in her lap, folding one long, stocking clad leg over the other. She watched Headmaster Phixyll with bored eyes, her chin held up by her palm, lest it teeter over and her face collide with the table. Her gaze was half lidded, not a single muscle on her face working. Resting bitch face was one of the many things Audrey was known for. Some people confused it for a death stare, the likes of which made it seem as if she could cause someone to catch fire at any moment.<br/><br/>The ceiling changed, making her perk an eyebrow and glance upward with her judgemental, chestnut gaze. One side of the ceiling was reserved for the south of France, where Beauxbatons was located, and the other side was made up of the mysterious Scandinavian region where Durmstrang was located. The rumors were put to rest then, when Headmaster Phixyll announced officially that they would be hosting the Triwizard Tournament this year, and in time for the 25th anniversary.<br/><br/>It had been 25 years since Cedric Diggory died after the third and final trial. What better way to commemorate his death, than by rallying up a bunch of new recruits to risk their lives? Honestly, it was like the fucking Hunger Games around here. She licked her lips and leaned back against her bench seat, glancing around at some of the others at her table and beyond, as whispers circulated and escalated. She pretended to talk to someone near her, who just eyed her like she was crazy. Audrey winked at them, then flipped them the bird when they turned around again.<br/><br/>When it was finally time for the feast to begin, two thunderous claps by the Headmaster launched food onto everyone’s plate and Audrey appreciatively picked up a piece of bread, then tore into it like a lion might tear into a gazelle. From across the room, she caught the nearly lifeless stare of Dior - a friend who she loved to hate - a person whose terrible was not only unavoidable, it was also contagious. While still holding onto her butter roll, she waved to Dior with just a curl of her pinky and a snarky smirk.