<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/9a4c9be187e9d21ab72e5733bfcf0ce1/tumblr_mzrxepDQ3Q1rk5jbto1_250.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> Audrey Thorup (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14662805#msg14662805)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Fourth | Ravenclaw <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born <br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 ½ | Larch | Snallygaster heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same as picture, with these jeans and boots (http://41.media.tumblr.com/ad3db1e562d9349614fed69645ffe80d/tumblr_nta05p7QlQ1uqr45io1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, November 1st, 2019 | Late afternoon <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Wandering around the streets of Hogsmeade<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Let me introduce my bad self<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Mindless Self Indulgence - Futures (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAl70EpE7uk&amp;list=PLWg78pwGdP1ZCKxGp7KJ_1G3MYVTMnx7W&amp;index=79)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Ora | And alcohol. Lots of alcohol.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Not even the droopiest of frowns could make Audrey feel bad about the limit she had set for Ora. Hugs were a hard pass for her. An absolute no. And those who she did allow to hug her had to be made aware of a safe word. Whenever she uttered it, it was time the hugger to stop hugging. When she implied tha Audrey was just trying to ruin all of her fun, Audrey grinned darkly.<br/><br/>“That is sort of my life’s mission. And, by the way, evil nanny was my first job.”<br/><br/>So, it seemed that Ora’s efforts to diffuse the situation were successful. She convinced the baker behind the counter not to call any authority figure and promised to rid the snark master from their establishment. “Are you talking about me?” Audrey joked, her smile a conniving one. But, at least alcohol was incoming. Audrey could be led almost anywhere if alcohol was waiting. She checked that Ora was following, chuckling monotonously at her curls almost giving someone whiplash. What a useful weapon. And hidden in plain sight, too!<br/><br/>When she reached the chilly breeze outside, it wasn’t long before Ora caught up with her long strides. Audrey had to perk a brow at her offer to pay for the first round. Her gaze narrowed at Ora, clearly skeptical about why she was being so nice. But, she didn’t want to inquire about that particular question until she had a drink in her hand. Just in case.<br/><br/>“Hogshead is way cheaper.” Audrey announced the fact. It wasn’t that she was concerned about Ora’s money situation. Rather, she was just stating the obvious. “Let’s go there. Besides, I feel more welcome when surrounded by dodgy people in a cloud of smoke.” She beamed eerily, her American accent over embellishing when she used the British slang word. Butchering Brit speak was one of her favorite pastimes.<br/><br/>On their way to the Hogshead, Ora mentioned hugs again, trying to convince Audrey to bite at the bait. “I’m an angry drunk. So chances are slim.” She gave Ora a bit of a look. It was hard to tell if she was serious, or jesting. But, when Ora continued to follow her, she figured that she hadn’t screwed up this social interaction too badly. Ora shooed her along, mentioning staring at her ass as she went. “You mean this flat thing?” She questioned, spanking her own ass once.<br/><br/>Audrey chuckled, continuing to lead them along until they reached the Hogshead. She pushed the doors open and inhaled the smoky air as if she had missed the smell. “Ahhh. Here we go.” Leading the way to the bar, she sat down near the end and leaned against it, resting her elbows on the counter while she waited for Ora to fill the spot beside her.<br/><br/>“Hmmm,” she pondered over the menu on the wall. “What’s the most appropriate drink for pre-gaming dinner…” Audrey trailed off, then waved the bartender over when she decided. “I’d like a fire whiskey.”