<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Normal_set14_002.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Cairon Hildebrondus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674976#msg14674976)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, 7th year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 10 9/16" | pine | dragon heartstring | inflexible <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> As in picture, suited up for showtime<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26, early evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Jumping into the fire<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Keep On Dancing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNVmfztMtaw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addison, Derek, Audrey, Kat, Evelyn...mentioning Elizabeth, Rhys, MacKenzie, Joseph, Angela, Eliza, Hayley and Joanna...very, very open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Apparating to the Darley residence wasn't anything new for Cairon.  In fact, one of the first people he intended to talk to was Derek, with whom he hadn't had a serious sit-down for a couple of weeks. He'd been feeling a distinctly different vibe coming from the fellow Ravenclaw lately, and he had a feeling that his mate might need someone to talk to.<br/><br/>Giving Gabby his usual friendly greeting--despite her tendency to loudly proclaim he'd look better bald--he moved into the penthouse proper, and immediately spotted Dior.  They didn't run in the same circles--she was too prototypical Slytherin to really be his kind of person--but there wasn't really any bad blood there, either.  And being Derek's mate often put him in close proximity to his sister.<br/><br/>"'ey Dior," he greeted her, loud enough to be heard over the room's pulsing soundtrack.  "Brill decorations.  Smashing of you to invite all three studentbodies."<br/><br/>He didn't stay for any extended conversation, excusing himself after he saw Derek through the sea of attendees.  When he drew closer, however, he realized there was a familiar-seeming young woman draped around him...who?  Approaching closer, it took several more steps before the sanguine room lighting allowed him to recognize...<em>Audrey Thorup?</em>No really--did Derek go through with it, or had Audrey made the first move?  "Good on you, mate," he said to himself, and just made a cursory pass at the pair.  No need to crimp anything brewing between the two.  "Looking good, fellow Ravenclaws!" he announced, finally moving in front of them.  He nodded to Derek--they could talk later, after all.  Knowing what he knew about Audrey, he wasn't about to ruin any chemistry they might have been forming.<br/><br/>Moving along through the crowd, he kept an eye out for anyone he knew, and thus frequently threw out greetings--but his primary target was Addison.  One might have thought her particular hair color would stand out, but in the wizarding world, freak flags flying was much more common than in muggle spaces.  He spotted Elizabeth, Rhys, MacKenzie, Joseph, Hayley, Angela, Joanna--all people he had spent at least one conversation with before, and likely knew much better, though all of them were in other Houses.<br/><br/>Cai had more time, coincidentally, with fellow Ravenclaws.  Finally making his way to the bar, he quickly spied Kat hanging out there.  The Ravenclaw, like him, had an unquenchable interest in experimentation, particularly with charms and transfiguration.  "Having a time yet?" he asked them, nodding around the room.  "Makes for an interesting ambiance...Dior surprised me.  I didn't think she had it in her."  He caught the bartender's eye, placing all five digits of his right hand on the counter.  "Eh...gin and tonic,<em>s'il vous plaît</em>."  The woman silently crafted and handed him the cocktail, and Cai nodded approvingly at her speed and talent.  "...and Bob's your uncle," he added, winking at her and taking the drink, then turned back to Kat.  "Off to find a friend--enjoy the night!"<br/><br/>Taking a decent drink of his cocktail, he saw Eevee sitting off to the side.<em>That won't do</em>, he mused, heading towards her.  "Just like a yank--going it alone," he teased, fully grinning.  "Going<em>sans </em>alcohol tonight as well?"<br/><br/>A brief<em>tête-à-tête</em>, and he was moving again.  Cai didn't play the part of a floater--he was the very definition of one.  Not opening himself up to many people, his list of acquaintances was broad, but his true friends were of a much smaller number.  Sometimes he wondered if that shouldn't bother him more.  It was, after all, much more difficult to form relationships and network that way...<br/><br/>Ah.  There she was.  And on the dance floor.  An unfamiliar woman with what he figured with false wings on her back (in the wizarding world, you never knew) was dancing beside her, and...<br/><br/>As Addison came into full view, he finally caught the full majesty of what she was wearing, and it almost made him pull up short.  Now Cairon knew full well the fantastic figure Addison was possessed of, but her current<em>accoutrements </em>managed to turn it up to eleven.  He shook his head, brisquely, once, downed the rest of his drink, and set it on the tray of a passing cigarette girl, then approached the Icelander.  "Oi...this is too good an opportunity to pass up!" he grinned, voice well above the din of the pounding rhythm, and moved right into the dance with her.