<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/66/02/6d660205ba13c0e9fe617a98c262f58b.jpg?b=t)</div><div class="floatright">(http://SCHOOL CREST URL)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Lydia Callaghan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14759823#msg14759823)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw | 4th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle born, presumably<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 2/3rds | Supple | Rowan | Horned Serpent<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A casual delight (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ff/d7/cb/ffd7cb07ed1cc0ca66cfbed86e2ad0bb.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th | Also fashionably late<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Main Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Party time! <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Joey <strong>Mentioning:</strong> --</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>"Alrigh', alrigh'! Ye pecked me up. Now put me down!" The girl practically squeaked, still smacking at his shoulder. It seemed whatever he was trying to say there had completely gone over the woman's head, and somehow that was so like her. Lydia had always been one of those silly people that took everything so literally. Although, to be fair, in this instance he quite literally was<i>picking her up</i>, and spinning with her! So, could you hardly blame her?<br/><br/>When he finally allowed her access to the floor again, the woman immediately pounded a single chastising fist over his chest and jumped back just out of his reach with the most indignant pout on her face. Even if it was half-hearted. "Joey Kingston, ye bollix!" She shot back at him, even going so far as to shake a fist at him. "Yer lucky yer cute or ye'd be fixin' fer a thumpin'!" She huffed. Which was perhaps a bit comical seeing as the one making threats was a good foot shorter and about  50 pounds lighter<i>at least</i>. Then again, when you lived among wizards and witches, size just seemed to make you a bigger target.<br/><br/>"I don'." The woman exhaled yet another huff and folded her arms along her abdomen, blowing a tuft of pink hair from her face. "Drenkin' alone is fer de old and sad." Those days were<i>looong</i>behind her. She spent most of her time perfecting her art these days - trying to convince herself that missing out on all the fun was simply for the better. "Surprise me." She squinted back at him with lighthearted suspicion and she made her way towards the bar he'd gestured. Lydia eyed him like that the entire way, and even if she tried to keep a straight face is was more than clear she was struggling to keep a smile at bay. It was all a part of the fun, after all. She missed teasing him. She missed being tormented by him. She missed having him near...<br/><br/>"How 'bout you? Still willin' ta suck down anythin' ye can git yer 'ands on?" She smirked, remembering the old days like they were just yesterday. Then again, he wasn't the only one that had been like that. Underaged as the lot of them were, most of them were just glad to get their hands on some alcohol in general. Whatever got them good and sloshed was their favorite drink for the night. "Or 'ave ye acquired a taste fer somethin' better?" Woah... Wait, why did this suddenly feel like a metaphor?