<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>Exit Scene</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><strong>Rex Steele</strong> | <strong>Angela Tilbury</strong> | Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>     </td><td> Derek | Audrey</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The longer Dior listened to Angela, the more boring the wallflower became. Dior was disappointed and she didn’t bother to hide the snort of derision that followed. Dior was not a pompom-waving supporter of school spirit but Angela seemed to lack the drive to do<em>anything.</em>It was depressing to even hear the monotone of her voice, as if she was sucking the joy out of something that was already joyless.<br/><br/>She and Audrey would get along perfectly, two freaks in a basic pod. Maybe Derek would fuck them both – not that she cared.<br/><br/><em>“It's not for me... If anyone can represent the Tilbury family at the tournament it'll be Patrick.”</em><br/><br/>Dior’s upper lip curled momentarily.<br/><br/><strong>“Don’t you care about <em>anything,</em> Angela? You won’t compete, you won’t cheer unless it’s someone you know, and you’re going to let your brother have all the glory?”</strong>Dior’s blonde hair swayed over her shoulder as she shook her head at the thought and in her peripheral, she could see Derek kissing Audrey’s cheek.  Her stomach coiled but she remained focused on Angela.<strong>“What a waste of potential.”</strong><br/><br/>For the first time in the entire meal, Dior stabbed her fork into a bite of ham and then brought it to her pouting mouth. She chewed the salty meat and then politely swallowed.<br/><br/><em>“If yah brother gets picked, I'd dee same. Dior is right. We Slytherins oughta redeem ourselves, git out of shadow, dem ancient devils. Finally...”</em><br/><br/><strong>“Exactly, Rex.”</strong>Her eyes followed him as he fiddled again with his tie and instead of helping, this time she left it alone.<br/><br/><em>“The only way my name will be in the cup is if somebody else puts it in for me.”</em><br/><br/>Dior rolled her eyes and took a drink from her goblet. When she put the chalice down, she pushed it gently with the tip of her manicured fingers so that that it set perfectly center.<br/><br/><strong>“You can relax. I don’t feel like getting expelled to have a laugh at your expense.”</strong>She sighed.<strong>“Maybe you’re right, maybe the tournament isn’t for people like you.”</strong>Her eyes roved the Grand Hall once again, seeing all the students clamoring for attention and whispering amongst themselves. There, she saw Audrey leaning over and whispering secrets into Derek’s ear, secrets that undoubtedly would lead to carnal congress.<br/><br/>Her cheeks dusted with pink in anger, but she returned her gaze to Rex and Angela.<br/><br/><strong>“I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in classes tomorrow, Rex.”</strong>To Angela she merely said<strong>“ta-ra”</strong>before standing from the table and clicking away through the Grand Hall, leaving a mostly untouched plate behind her.<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Exit</em></span></div><hr/>