<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.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> Loveday Marley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> LENGTH | Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts Skirt Uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcome Feast<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>  <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rhys, Addison, Open<br/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Loveday scoffed, her head bobbing seeming only instinct as her hands went to her hips and she bent forwards ever so slightly as she seemed to respond by instinct. "Wey aye man I got balls, ten inch iron ones, they been in your face every year, when I'm ne busy dunchin whoever's about to quit playing as your seeker with 'em." She let out a rather jubilant laugh.<br/><br/>She glanced around at the whole Gryffindor table now. "Whos gan be the backup next year? Head to the doc now, skip the rush." She sneered, flipped a bird and whirled about and sat back down, clearly ending this 'conversation' from her end.<br/><br/>Prat. She thought to herself. Typical Gryffindor. Expects the world to be handed to him. If only he wasn't so fit. She scrunched up her face, hating that she'd just thought that and mentally changed the subject quickly.<br/><br/>"No quidditch all fuckin' year." Loveday sighed. "They'll be insufferable come year end with nobody knockin' 'em unconscious on the reg." Another sigh punctuated the fact that Loveday was of the very firm opinion that a ten inch dose of iron was the only way to make certain houses tolerable.<br/><br/>She blew air between her lips and glanced down, noticing that little Fez had stolen her wing. She chuckled, then listened to Addison talk about how he'd been.<br/><br/>"Mortal fer a week? My man. Who you gan ta the dance with then?" Loveday reached over to skirtch at the little meat tube, her fingers dancing a well practiced dance about his teeth as she laughed as he bit at her. Was it that he didn't try to bite her quite as hard, or just that she knew how to avoid it? Either way her fingers came away intact, the irate Huffleupuff seemed mollified at her interaction with the meat tube and his pretty owner. Being drunk for the next week sounded pretty good to Loveday at the moment. She was already making plans to hit Hogsmeade first chance she got.