<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcwwd.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/luz-pavon041.jpg?w=640&amp;h=415&amp;crop=1)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> babs velez. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14664118#msg14664118)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> four.<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> half blood.<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11" | dogwood | white river monster spine<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> a scavenged school uniform. oversized male shirt, undersized female jacket. no pants! don’t worry, <acronym title="”impossible!”">she’s decent.</acronym> <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 2nd september / evening. <br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> beauxbatons grand hall <br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> heart eyes, green eyed. <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> ria, florian, eliza (m), open.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Babs' returned Eliza's double stuffed rebuttal with a wide, teeth baring grin. "How do you wager our end will come?" she asked Ria with sharp fascination. "Eaten, or sat on? I think eaten. We might only be a snack for her, but we're delicious." Babs knew for a fact that Ria was, at least. <br/><br/>A wave of <em>something</em> washed over Babs as Ria spoke. It tasted a little bit like jealousy, a flavor she'd never been able to acquire any affection for. Florian this. Florian that. Florian, Florian, Florian. What about Babs? She tried not to wrinkle her nose. He was rich, but he wasn't <em>that</em> rich. Was he? Babs watched Ria for a moment with slight suspicion, and a growing pout. Flower either secretly had Oscar Wilde's personality or Midas money. It couldn't be both. If it was both (or, honest, just the money), Ria would need to remember to share more galleons and less gushing. "I can kiss better than he can," she muttered under her breath as she anchored her friend through histrionics. She was very sure she could. <br/><br/>Her rain cloud floated away as quickly as it had hung itself over her head. Typical. Babs didn't have the attention to sustain every single bad mood that came along. Now, a grudge, a grudge could be an entirely different story with the right person. But wasn't that the old story? Anything could become special, with the right person. "I have <em>no idea</em> what you're talking about." Babs dragged her words out and smiled, pressing them against the finger Ria had placed there. She kissed it. <br/><br/>"Too late. Oink, oink," Babs replied, her eyes bright with amusement. She laughed. "You couldn't be a pig if you tried." <br/><br/>"Ladies," Babs agreed and confirmed. And then she waved at Florian. "I've always, <em>always</em> wanted to go to Scotland," she sighed, "and see just what's hidden underneath those kilts." <br/></div>