<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/Catora4.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> "Ora" Reyes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14814512#msg14814512)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff | 4th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | Alder | Unicorn Hair <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> the sweater as shown (in cream, coffee and black) as well as ripped jeans and these boots (https://www.shoecity.com/21865-tm_large_default/soda-women-knee-high-riding-boots-two-tone-sam-h.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Friday | 11-01-2019 | late afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Well, was going walkabout in Hogsmeade but was distracted by loud curse words!!<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Hark, who needs a hug??<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Happy-Pharrell Williams (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6Sxv-sUYtM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Audrey...queen of snarktastic one liners who seems to be in dire need of a drink!</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The announcement hadn't affected Ora. Sure, it was sad that the tournament had ended before it ever began but, really, did people forget that others had DIED? Like death!? Actual,<em>no coming back from it unless you desire to reside at Hogwarts for the rest of eternity</em>death? The fact that people seemed to be more put out over the supposed lack of glory was rather disconcerting when you thought about it...and Ora did think about it. Heavily. In fact, the thoughts were so long and loud that she soon found herself meandering aimlessly throughout Hogsmeade, coppered orbs barely registering other people as she bumped into, or bounced off of, them.<br/><br/>It was in this state that she found herself passing by<strong>The Magic Neep</strong>. The young cocoa hued woman hesitated for but a moment before she passed inside. After all, it wasn't like she needed to shop. Hell, her snack horde was an amazement of epic proportions! However, there was a certain sort of feeling, like maybe there would be a fist fight by the checkout. The amount of strain up at Uni made this almost a certainty at some point. Better to see it from the beginning, so she could tell the Aurors who was at fault!<em>'Or send em off after someone else altogether!'</em>The thought brightened her features, drew a small smile upon plump lips but it was what she heard next that sent her into a fast-paced lope toward the rear of the small shop.<br/><br/><strong>“It’s art, Nancy!”</strong>The words, the voice, oh sweet baby Jesus. It was her! Ora picked up the pace and skedaddled her happy ass right on back just in time to hear;<strong>“You can’t censor art!”</strong><br/><br/><em>Blink...</em><br/><br/>Without a thought to the consequences, Ora stopped on the left of the young woman who seemingly held the horrified stares of fully half the store's customers and spoke. "That is not true. They can totally censor art...they just should not do so!" A husky laugh followed the statement even as Ora turned her gaze more fully to the ranting female beside her. A few seconds thought garnered a name, house and year:<em>'Audrey Thorup, Fourth Year. Smart arse. I remember her.'</em>and a brief memory of conversations held during certain classes with DADA and History topping that rather short list. So, the woman wasn't a total unknown, just not known well enough for what was sure to happen next.<br/><br/>"So, are ya bitchy because you need a hug or would ya like to stop terrorizing the nice bakery help and leave with me to get a drink? I mean, I remember YOU...not so sure you recall our time in the library with any sort of fondness and don't really care," Here, Ora flashed a huge grin. "No matter, I've decided to save you from the Aurors...or a little padded cell by offering you the JOY of my company...which can include hugs and drinks. You down?"