<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/baAUpfm.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Angela Tilbury (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674503#msg14674503)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Slytherin, Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 15 inches, Fir, Unicorn tail hair, Rigid<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2 September 2019 - Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall | Slytherin table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Being pragmatic<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lara Fabian - Je suis malade (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVvlmpo5g9k)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, Rex, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dior seemed confused by her statement and Angela hoped she wasn't taking offense to her words.<br/><br/><em>"You're not even considering it? Why?"</em><br/><br/>Angela's heart rate slowed down slightly as she realized that was what confused her.<em>Would she have preferred if I competed with her?</em>Angela wondered, trying to make sense of Dior's words as she listened to her.<br/><br/>"I don't really care who wins it, to be quite honest," Angela explained with a light shrug. "I'll root for anyone I know that's chosen."<br/><br/><em>"I'm rooting for Hogwarts no matter who the champion is, but it should still be one of us."</em><br/><br/>"Can't say that I agree with that sentiment," she replied with her usual neutral tone, eyeing the other tables as Dior did the same. They might all be acting friendly, but they all chatted shit behind others' backs, especially behind Slytherins'. A Beauxbâtons or Durmstrang student winning the tournament wouldn't change anything. It would all be forgotten a year later regardless of the winner's origin or name.<br/><br/><em>"Look at those animals. They snub their noses at us because of what a handful of wankers from the 80's from our house did, but will cry out for equality and fairness in the same breath."</em><br/><br/>She didn't really know what to say to that so she remained silent, more often than not a wise choice.<em>Slytherin will always be the unloved one, the <acronym title="marginalized house">casa marginada</acronym>,</em>she thought. Competing with three other houses over status was pointless. In the grand scheme of things, houses were irrelevant. They only mattered if you had connections within the Ministry or elsewhere, and there was favoritism or discrimination at play. With Granger as Minister of Magic, chances of the latter were slim, considering her history. In the end, your family name had more importance. A Darley or a Tilbury had more weight than say a Morahan. As much as Granger made history by being the first Muggle-born Minister of Magic, the value of her name rested entirely on her shoulders. Sometimes Angela wondered what that must feel like and if it was any better than the weight of expectations and pressure a pureblood family like hers had.<br/><br/><em>"Angela, you need to believe in yourself more. You probably won't get picked but you should throw your name in anyway. Maybe you'll start to think like a champion."</em><br/><br/>Angela smiled, not bothered by Dior's choice of words. She had her own plan, her own path lying in front of her. The first steps had already been taken a while ago.<br/><br/>"It's not for me... If anyone can represent the Tilbury family at the tournament it'll be Patrick," she said, referring to her 7th year brother, seated further up with other 7th years. Angela looked away from the other tables and stared at Dior's pretty hazel eyes. "The only way my name will be in the cup is if somebody else puts it in for me," she added, hoping no one would actually do that. Magical binding or not, she had really no intention of participating, even if by some nightmarish turn of events she was chosen as a champion. The cup could fuck off, then.