<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HzWsD53.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>     </td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>      </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>Black Dress Robes, As Pictured | Emerald Green Heels (https://i.imgur.com/UCnODJc.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Hogwarts Great Hall | Slytherin Table</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>Waiting, Listening, Glaring</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>Ain't gon' feed you, I'mma let you starve (https://youtu.be/H1Yt0xJKDY8)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td>Rex Steele | All Slytherins | Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>     </td><td>Derek Darley | Curt Roark</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>With eyes the color of salted olives, Dior Darley appraised the student body with a bored expression as she entered the Great Hall. The murmur of gossip was rich in the air and she eyed the faces in front of her as she clicked across the pristine marble floor, weaving through several rows of tables, each one filled with losers she hadn’t bothered to learn the names of, with an unmistakably dismissive air that only a spoiled brat could muster.<br/><br/>Her shoulders, slim and birdlike, were pulled back and she stepped with a swagger that suggested she was accustomed to success. Diminutive as she was, Dior moved with a commanding presence that<em>knew</em>when eyes were following her, and relished in the spotlight.  Overhead candlelight glowed warmly off her flaxen hair, which was worn long this evening, pinned artfully and yet casually over her shoulder. Her black dress robes were sleek, made of rich fabric that hugged her slim body with only a splash of gold at the belt.<br/><br/>After walking along a set path to get to her desired location, Dior snootily took a seat at the table she and her Slytherin friends had claimed years ago. It was currently empty but would soon fill. Despite the fact that Hogwarts had undergone something of a renaissance in regard to tradition -- opting to hang the<em>school</em>banner instead of the individual house colors, for example -- Dior was keen to represent Slytherin. Though during school she wore her uniform as instructed with the emerald green tie, Dior found many ways to sport her house: not out of misguided attempts at sportsmanship, but rather, to ensure that if<em>she</em>was on a team, then it would be a<em>winning</em>team.<br/><br/>To demonstrate her serpentine pride, she had elected to wear a pair of magnificently green heels as well as a large emerald ring (https://i.imgur.com/H5YaICB.png) on her index.<br/><br/>They could never take the snake out of the girl.<br/><br/>Curious as to his whereabouts, Dior scanned the room for any sign of her twin, Derek, but the search yielded nothing. Thus, she listened to Headmaster Phixyll’s speech without providing the snarky commentary she usually provided to her listeners. Instead, she mulled over the possibility of the Triwizard Tournament to gage her level of interest. Fame was certainly a worthy ambition, as was the prestige that would come from winning such a competition...and she had an ace up her sleeve -- her twin, whose dedication to his studies far outshined her own.<br/><br/>Looking around the Great Hall for Derek once more, Dior’s questing gaze accidentally fell and momentarily locked onto another pair of eyes from across the room -- Curtis Roark.<br/><br/>On instinct, Dior scowled, though there was a part of her that was pleased that no one was around to witness just how quickly she turned her head from him once their eyes met. Dior Darley wasn’t afraid of anyone of course, least of all some knob like Curt, but immediately after looking away she couldn’t help but steal a second glance.<br/><br/>Her scowl flashed darker.<br/><br/><em>Whinging with Loveday-the-Loudmouth, how chummy. I’m sure you’re both making enlightening contributions to conversation.</em><br/><br/>If he would have kept his circus tent of a personality the hell<em>away</em>from her then he wouldn’t have gotten hurt.<br/><br/>After all, it wasn’t<em>Dior</em>’s fault that the mutant was in love with her, was it?<br/><br/><em>Where the hell is Rex when you need him?</em>