<div class="floatleft">(http://folkr.fr/wp-content/uploads/2017/10/pomme-interview-voix-a-croquer-folkr-04.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Angela Tilbury (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674503#msg14674503)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Slytherin, Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 15 inches, Fir, Unicorn tail hair, Rigid<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pictured<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, October 26th, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Henlo<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Sarah Jaffe - Clementine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3AtRBlRQ-I)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Elizabeth, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Dyani, Aaren</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Angela didn't drink alcohol nor did she smoke not to damage her vocal chords, so despite the sexual appeal of the cigarettes girl, and the beauty of the bartender, she had no reason to go talk to them. In fact, she was wondering if coming tonight was such a good idea in the first place. She had been perfectly content in the years before to make only selective appearances at parties, and to leave whenever she felt like it, only to be seen by the people that mattered, for the time that mattered. In any case, she had never been the party type.<br/><br/>She silently stood there, looking lost, occupying herself by observing people and walking slowly around like she was actually going somewhere, or searching for someone, and not just look like she was alone, even though she was. She almost bumped into Dyani, who was following a guy to the balcony. They were housemates and classmates, in the same year, even though Dyani had transferred at university level. She had never seen the guy before though, and looked elsewhere once they were out of sight. There was a gathering a the bar, where Dyani and the guy had apparently escaped from, a place Angela didn't want to get too close to, fearing being engulfed in the sinkhole of drunks that usually orbited around. She would go there when it would be less crowded, and order something non-alcoholic, like cranberry juice, not that she was on her period (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NM6AeW8ok6E).<br/><br/>Then she saw Elizabeth Nightshade, a fellow Slytherin although some years older, someone that always looked so far away, leaving everyone in her dust, unable to reach her. She approached the woman, her eyes staring at the basilisk tattoo on her right shoulder. Angela had always admired the woman's tattoos from afar, as well as the woman herself, especially the artistic touch and the contrast it gave the sophisticated Elizabeth. As a master of chit-chat and pointless conversation, Angela smiled softly at Elizabeth, standing in front of her. What to say came to mind immediately.<br/><br/>"Hey Elizabeth, that outfit looks really good on you," she said, looking into her eyes.<em>And probably good off you too...</em>she thought. "Enjoying the night?"