<div class="floatleft">(https://k44.kn3.net/taringa/2/6/7/0/6/7/0/austra/550x366_A78.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> Annie Wright (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14857306#msg14857306)<br/><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Keeper of Records<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 inch | English Oak | Snallygaster heartstring <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (https://thestyledpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Lace-up-cold-shoulder-sweater-5.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday, November 1st | Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Wake up call<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Phoebe Ryan - Mine (Illenium Remix) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9g6jidr4Zog)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Some faculty members filed in to the great hall and immediately took a seat, whereas others, like Annie Wright, preferred to remain standing. She leaned her back against the wall adjacent to the double doors, her hands folded in front of her, fingers laced together into a tight knot. As the Minister of Magic revealed the news to the room, Annie felt a rush of emotion. At first, she was terrified about what this might mean for the school, for the visitors, and for everyone’s safety. She chewed on her lower lip in consideration, letting the revelation digest slightly, before realizing that she also felt a wave of relief. The tournament was cancelled, at least for now.<br/><br/>Though it came at a price, she couldn’t help feeling like a weight had been lifted. It was unfortunate about the goblet of fire being destroyed, of course. An unnecessary consequence to someone’s plan at putting a stop to the tournament. Which led to the question of who it was that wished to put a stop to it all. Was it one of the students? A professor? Someone else? Annie gulped at the dryness in her throat as she thought about a threat being in their midst at Hogwarts. Her sapphire gaze scanned the tables of the great hall, as if considering each student seated for their likelihood of collusion.<br/><br/>When the Minister of Magic finished her statement and they were all collectively dismissed, Annie snuck over to one of the tables and grabbed a blueberry muffin from one of the many platters filled with food. She then straightened up and poured herself some coffee, the likes of which always tasted fresh and never grew cold. Unless it was to be served chilled. Annie stirred in some cream and sugar, then picked up her mug and took a sip, sighing out appreciatively afterward. She smiled gently at herself, keeping her head down. It was so early, she didn’t even have time to put makeup on. It was her hope that she might be able to escape the great hall without being noticed in such a sleepy looking state.<br/><br/>So, she hunched her shoulders to make herself a little smaller, and started to slowly meander toward the doors, breakfast in her hands.