<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/936full-douglas-booth.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> Bryson Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14761561#msg14761561)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 17 inches | Elm |  Jakalope Antler<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Jeans, long-sleeved grey shirt, leather jacket and a fedora for some reason...<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26/10/19, night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Main floor<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Bryson looked his beautiful red-haired classmate over. Man, did she look<em>tense!</em>He hoped he could help her relax somehow. Well, at least she coud laugh at herself; a sense of humor was needed for times like these. He chuckled along with her at the lack of plan. "Yeah, same here..." Bry took his eyes off of Hayley to sweep around the busy scene. He wondered how many seemingly happy and fashionable guests secretly felt as out of place as the two of them. "Ready to 'mingle'... " he repeated with another laugh and a shake of his head. He jerked a thumb in the general direction of the crowd. "With this bunch? Riiight. Maybe if I got drunk enough...?"<br/><br/>He gave the girl a smile with a hint of a tease in his eyes and nudged her gently with an elbow. "Naw, it's not bad at all. Ms. Darley really has outdone herself here. There's something... eerie.. about the whole thing. But I suppose that's in season right now, so..." His hands rested in his pockets and he took his eyes off of her and looked around once again. A moment of silence hung in the air between them, or at least as much of one that could considering the booming music and general chatter. Then, suddenly looking her way, he perked up again. Bryson briefly considered asking her to dance but reconsidered. He figured dancing might not really be her "thing". It's a shame, though. She'd make a brilliant scene on the floor with those sequins. Perhaps he'd ask her later? For now, there were other ways to possibly entertain her. "So, I'd offer you a tour but I don't know the place, really... But have you had anything to drink yet?"<br/><br/>