<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> Arriving at the party<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 caught the hint in Angela's little laugh. It was cute, definitely. She just smiled, listening as Angela replied. Definitely flirting, when she mentioned other things. Elizabeth had relatively easily figured out Angela's interest, and let herself half-smirk in response. It was flattering. Ego raising, even. Not that a drinking Elizabeth needed that. Elizabeth never was one for dancing, until she was drunk enough that it just became an excuse to seduce someone.<br/><br/>She followed Angela's eyes to Valentin, who Elizabeth didn't recognise. A smile crept over her lips. For the first few moments she wasn't sure if Angela was telling the truth, but it very quickly devolved to the comedic. She laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Poor boy." She noted, making a show of glancing about the room. "Perhaps we should find someone to cheer him up a little." She suggested, half-tempted to see what might happen. "Depends what's on the playlist. And what the netflix watch history's like." She was pretty happy to play along. "Oh! And what the nan's like, I suppose." She half laughed and half giggled.<br/><br/>Champagne empty Elizabeth gave the bar a half-glance. She definitely wanted another drink. She'd overheard raised voices talking about shots, and was half-tempted to join in. But she was enjoying talking to Angela, and curious where she'd take Elizabeth's suggestion about the poor dumped boy. She could always grab a drink from one of the cigarette girls if Angela really did keep playing alone with the story.