<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51FjDMC.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><strong>NAME:</strong> Evelyn “Eevee” St. Claire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14750198#msg14750198)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong>[/b] 10 ⅕ inches | Larch | White River Monster Spine (https://i.imgur.com/eU3N2Ee.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This number right here! (https://i.imgur.com/tdJZVtG.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Barkin' dogs, refreshment and conversation.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Switch -Will Smith (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzUozo1628U)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Joey had a bit of a reputation, but it wasn’t one that put the woman in any distress. He was handsome, with the sort of voice you could almost feel across the skin and an easy, friendly smile that chased away insecurities. She had to admit that she enjoyed the way he seemed to mingle with all sorts of people, instead of gravitating towards one particular clique. She was much the same. Her house may have been Ravenclaw, but Evelyn was friends with almost everyone. She and Addison Snow were both known to be ‘mama hens’ for big ravers like this. If you had too much to drink or needed to ditch the creep, they were the ones you found to help you along your way. Needed someone to wake up in the bathroom with a missing tooth and a black eye? They’d call on Mack.<br/><br/>Eevee opened the bottled water before habitually dipped her nail into the refreshment. The polish she had charmed didn’t change any color so she knew it was safe to drink. Half the bottle was gone before her smile was out, bright and dazzling, and she recovered enough breath to respond to Gryffindor.<br/><br/>“Wotcher, Joey!” She wiped the condensation off the bottle, then smeared her palm across the side of her neck. The cold felt good. So did sitting down.<br/><br/>Her long skirt hid her legs from view, but they stretched out, giving her feet a break as well. The heels were comfortable, but after an hour of dancing, she was a little more aware of them.<br/><br/>“Just thought I’d take a break before I had to call it quits! Nights too young for too much of anything right now.” Her American accent -or perhaps, her lack of an accent, as she often said- seemed to contrast with all the beautiful voices that surrounded them tonight. Her voice was a little husky, but she was animated and enthusiastic where it counted. Hard to find Evelyn without a smile on her face. “You good?”