<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c3/154884595671951051.jpeg/836px-154884595671951051.jpeg)</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>Rex Steele (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656421#msg14656421)</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>9” | Cedar | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding (https://i.etsystatic.com/15750233/r/il/825775/1361751958/il_1140xN.1361751958_e3cj.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>Black Suit, As Pictured | Rainbow Corgi Boxers (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61p4QhTJNbL._SX385_.jpg)</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>Food</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>How long must you wait for it? Oh, for it (https://youtu.be/x9FGn-K2Frg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td>Dior Darley | All Slytherins</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>     </td><td> - - </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Entering the Great Hall, Rex Steele's apprehension went great heights. His spine went rigid. There were many more than ten people, which cowed him into closing his mouth and lowering his eyes. Too many faces. Too many hands and wands. Hands resting in pockets, one touching his wand, he strode down to the Slytherin table. There were some who he liked, he looked at those, but mostly the rest were sneering at him. Of course, the younger ones he expected to be antagonizing but there were those who entered university level with him, still tightly holding their grudge.<em>St-st-stuttering Steele</em>they mouthed to one another. His lips kept shut. He wasted no time sitting next to Dior Darley, rushing to secure that seat before a Chanel could, and looked at her peeved eyes. Someone or something pissed her off again. He gave her black robe with the golden splash belt, emerald hunk of a ring on her hand, and wildly emerald heels one sweeping look of pleasure and smirked.<br/><br/>"You look more magnificent every year. You've been s-sh-," Rex stammered lowly, plagued with eyes staring at his back. "Shopping."<br/><br/>He would listen to everything she said, nodding. Of course she went shopping. It was common small talk he felt comfortable enough to utter in such a crowded hall. He glanced down and fiddled with his tie because<em>it looked wrong.</em>Rex made the golden stripes more gradient, taking on the appearance of sliding right continually. There. He smoothed it over with a thumb. Perfect. It looked just right for the moment and he would look less of a mismatch to the glamorous and ever-rich Dior. The candles glowing overhead were at least calming.<br/><br/>Sometimes, his stormy blue eyes braved glances around the tables for handsome graduated men who would like a kiss or more.