<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>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Close To Me (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAK56w6D04g)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Joey <strong>Mentioning:</strong> --</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>Somehow his answer to her completely unintentionally metaphorical question had her releasing a breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. Lydia didn't know when she started feeling nervous - she might claim it was when he started spinning her through the air - but something about the night had her feeling tense from the get-go. The night should have been filled with high expectations of merriment and laughter, and yet somehow she could not shake the unease feeling gnawing away at the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>Damn near six months and her heart still fluttered from a single smile? "No, I'm not, am I?" She smiled in return, completely aware she was practically tying her own noose. You might think she enjoyed pain, maybe even call her a masochist, because as his arm came around her waist Lydia leaned beneath his shoulder as though it was where she was meant to be - and her heart ached to know otherwise.<br/><br/>When she'd asked him to surprise her, Lydia honestly expected him to order her some fruity tootie thing like the shit one of his<i>fitty's</i>might order. Instead she found herself pleasantly surprised. Brandy wasn't her first choice, but Hennessy was pretty high on her list of favorites. In the end she was really just surprised he didn't order her a scotch after all the shit he used to give her for 'betraying' her Irish heritage. Just because scotch was her favorite choice didn't make her a traitor, okay? Besides, that was totally stereotyping! Which she always pointed out.<br/><br/>It was something she still snickered about to this day.<br/><br/>"I'll drenk anythin' I can get me paws on." The woman winked, completely poking fun at him at this point. "But Brandy is Dandy." She laughed at her own cringe worthy joke. "But if it makes me randy, don' blame me fer tryna jump ye bones." Lydia continued to rhyme and tease, flashing those pearly whites shamelessly even as her cheeks took on a pink so impressive it matched her hair. No one was ever more thankful for a distraction as the tender set their drinks on the counter, and just to make sure she didn't say anything more stupid, Lydia caught up one of the glasses and quickly tossed it back thereafter. Ironic, I know. Who ever thought drinking alcohol would<i>help</i>keep you in line?