<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/66/02/6d660205ba13c0e9fe617a98c262f58b.jpg?b=t)</div><div class="floatright">(http://SCHOOL CREST URL)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Lydia Callaghan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14759823#msg14759823)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw | 4th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born, presumably<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 2/3rds | Supple | Rowan | Horned Serpent<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A casual delight (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ff/d7/cb/ffd7cb07ed1cc0ca66cfbed86e2ad0bb.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th | Also fashionably late<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Main Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting rubbed the wrong way. <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Daniel, Jamal <strong>Mentioning:</strong> --</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>Vaguely amused, the deceptively Irish lass flashed the disoriented boy an empathetic smile and shook her head in reply. After all, she had been in his place once or twice before. Okay, so perhaps she was being a little too generous with her count there. The intent was still the same, though. For all she knew, where she had experience, this young man may have none. She already knew that several of those present would likely be indulging in alcohol for perhaps their first time. The doe eyed brunette sprawled across the couch before her was just as likely one of them. He did have a bit of a baby-face, didn't he? It was hard to pin down his age just lookin' at him.<br/><br/>"I can see dat." She heckled that lad playfully, suddenly grinning from ear to ear. She was glad to see he wasn't down for the count, she might have had to worry for him all of the night otherwise. "Callaghan. Lydia Callaghan at yer service." She offered along with a hand. The next best thing was to sit up. Maybe then he could get his bearings - or perhaps he could have hadn't another stranger decided a few swats to the cheek were better than a helping hand.<br/><br/>Lydia, like the old granny she was at heart, instantly reached out and smacked the man's hand away. "Feck off." The Frank was dismissed with a cavalier cant of her head, only for her to subsequently slide herself directly between the two. She may not be well versed in French, but body language was a whole different subject and that sort of thing could annoy a person no matter what state they were in. She knew a vulture when she saw one, and whoever this guy was, he definitely thought she was prey.<br/><br/>"Come alon', lad. Let's git ye a tonic." Her attention swiftly returned to the drunken boy, already reaching to heft him back to his feet. She was more than willing to be a crutch to lean on if need be, too.