<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HzWsD53.png)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>     </td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>      </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>Black Dress Robes, As Pictured | Emerald Green Heels (https://i.imgur.com/UCnODJc.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Hogwarts Great Hall | Slytherin Table</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>Waiting, Listening, Glaring</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>Ain't gon' feed you, I'mma let you starve (https://youtu.be/H1Yt0xJKDY8)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td>Rex Steele | Audrey Thorup | Rhys Morahan | Derek Darley | Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>     </td><td>Addison Snow</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dior turned her head slightly, like an elegant bird of prey spotting a disturbance as a hooded figure moved across the room towards the Gryffindor table. However, a single moment of scrutiny revealed Rhys Morahan’s punchable face under the cowl, and Dior folded her arms over her chest, unimpressed once again.<br/><br/>While Phixyll rasped towards the end of his speech, all in a voice that sounded like it had been dragged through a distillery in the mid-80’s, Dior idly drummed her fingertips on the table in a surprisingly light rhythm of<em>tatta-tat-tat</em>’s that promised the French nail (https://i.imgur.com/eZKZOrm.png) pattern she sported was natural and not acrylic. It seemed the only other person in the Great Hall who was at all impatient for the speech to be over was Dior’s frenemy, Audrey ‘Throwup’, who smirked and waved with her smallest finger whilst holding onto a buttered bun.<br/><br/>Dior cocked her head to the side without once changing the ho-hum expression on her face, elbow close at her side to briefly twiddled her fingers at the brunette. She didn’t trust Audrey and knew the Ravenclaw was smart enough not to trust her either, but the two had developed a certain camaraderie once Dior grew to appreciate Audrey’s dark sense of humor and ironic obsession with death.<br/><br/>It was very Gen Z and besides, Sun Tzu knew what he was talking about when he wrote that we should keep our friends close and our enemies<em>closer.</em><br/><br/>Dior’s attention was then stolen by Rex Steele, a fellow Slytherin who sat down next to her swiftly and silently.<br/><br/><strong>“Rex, <em>there</em> you are,”</strong>she sounded impatient but she still leaned over to greet him with a customary peck on the cheek. Whereas with most men, Dior would refuse to allow her sensitive, porcelain skin anywhere near stubble, Rex was a cut<em>above</em>the slobbering hounds that filled Hogwarts, and all of Britain for that matter. Beautiful people were always afforded a higher exchange rate on their social currency than everyone else, and Rex was as interesting as he was mysterious.<br/><br/><em>“You look more magnificent every year. You've been s-sh-,”</em><br/><br/>Dior ignored the stammer as looked down at his tie and how he was fiddling with it. When he was done, and without asking permission, she reached for the tie-knot at his throat and with a few simply adjustments, had made it as symmetrical and comfortable as possible. Then with a quick motion, she cinched it up, all within the space of a few seconds.<br/><br/>Formal wear was a strong suit of Dior’s.<br/><br/><em>“Shopping.”</em><br/><br/><strong>“Of course. Flaunt it while you’ve got it, right?”</strong>she asked with a smirk. Her gaze then pointedly traveled over his ensemble -- classic black suit with an understated shirt and his school tie -- he looked sensational, and very low-key, which suited his personality, she thought. Given the state of many of the other students surrounding them, they would have difficulty in any work other than blue collar Ministry jobs.<br/><br/><em>It doesn't take money to put in even a little effort.</em><br/><br/>Derek’s late arrival was not missed but instead of being relieved that her brother wasn’t going to miss this important announcement, the first thing that Dior’s hawklike haze zoomed on was his rumpled appearance. Despite having caught his furtive wink, she tilted her head to the side as if to ask<em>’really?’</em>and then rolled her eyes as he joined his fellow Ravenclaws.<br/><br/>To many, the fact that Dior and Derek were twins came mostly as a shock. To imagine two people raised in the same home with the same privileges growing into two people so diametrically opposed to one another was unfathomable. However, what truly seemed unfathomable to the masses was that they actually got along.<br/><br/><em>Derek needs someone to push him or he’ll waste away in middle management with some idiot slag for the rest of his days.</em><br/><br/>Like a sentinel on duty, Dior was aware of her surroundings and while surreptitiously glancing at Curt again, she could have sworn she saw the albino girl (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328) with a rodent in her pocket… Dior's lip curled away from her teeth in disgust.<br/><br/><em>What is it with people and <strong>vermin?</strong></em><br/><br/>When the Gryffindor table erupted in noise, led by Rhys’s noisy idiocy, Dior merely rolled her eyes and refused to so much as glance in his direction so as not to give him the pleasure of her attention. However, his patience paid off because her eyes fell back to him just in time to see him pucker his lips and<em>‘smooch’</em>at her from across the room. Dior made a face: eyebrows lowered, nose scrunched, lips pulled to the one side to express her distaste for the chav without saying a word.<br/><br/><em>"Take the L, ya Hufflepussies. You're trying to rewrite history or something? Don't make me laugh, blud. You lot are just mad the only time you ever had some relevancy got taken away by that twat Voldemort,"</em><br/><br/><em>Bloody hell, he’s a twat.</em><br/><br/>Turning her attention once more to the table in front of her now that the feast had begun, Dior began to fill her plate with summer vegetables and a modest portion of spinach quiche.<br/><br/><strong>“You know we have to enter our names, right?”</strong>Dior asked to Rex, making her point by looking up and down the Slytherin table to indicate the slim pickings to represent them in the Tournament.<br/><br/>Shortly after, she saw Audrey beckon Derek to sit closer to her but couldn’t risk looking longer so she returned her attention to Rex with a lilt of her eyebrows, wearing a lofty expression that demanded to be answered while she picked at her food like a bird.