<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y4rxTj6.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>Champagne Sparkles &amp; Feathers (https://i.imgur.com/5aQW8TY.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>Saturday, October 26th 2019 | Night</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Main Hall | Bar (https://i.imgur.com/hebL7JS.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock n Roll</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>7 Rings -- Ariana Grande (https://youtu.be/QYh6mYIJG2Y)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td><strong>Florian</strong> | <strong>Aleks</strong> | <strong>Daniel</strong> | <strong>Open</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/hebL7JS.png)</div><br/><em>“Welcome indeed. And what a lovely party you’ve thrown. I am undeniably impressed.”</em><br/><br/>Dior beamed and allowed herself to return to Florian an indulgent smile at his proffered flattery. Ordinarily, she would have expected from a guest a comment on how beautiful she was, but to have her accomplishments lauded over her beauty was a rare treat, one that she had never tasted before and found she thoroughly enjoyed…<br/><br/>Her attention returned to Aleksy as he spoke:<em>“Yes, indeed, a wonderful guess.”</em><br/><br/>She shrugged her shoulder and tilted her head to the side with a glittering grin.<strong>“What can I say, logic prevails once more!”</strong>She giggled softly so that she would not overpower anything else he might have to say. Dior was selfish, not an ill-mannered.<br/><br/><em>“And I have no need to guess. Even if Florian here had not told me all about the lovely hostess, I would have imagined you were she.”</em><br/><br/>Instantly, Dior’s eyebrows lifted from their usual angular tilt and she gently flattened a hand against her chest as if she were an American southern belle.<strong>“My my, these English boys could learn a thing or two on how to treat a lady from men such as yourselves.”</strong><br/><br/>Without missing a beat, Dior removed her hand from her chest and delicately placed it into Aleksy’s, allowing hers to be swallowed entirely by his meaty, callused palm. True, she preferred her men to be exfoliated but there was no reason to deny him the pleasure of her touch, especially when he was acting so chivalrous. When was the last time a man had treated her with respect? She couldn’t rightly remember…<br/><br/>Just then, Dior looked over and heard a masculine chorus all chanting<em>STRANG! STRANG! STRANG!</em>Dior’s attention remained on them for a moment, never one to ignore when groups of testosterone-fueled men were shouting things. In short order, the biggest of all the giants had seemingly picked up a guest and picked a fight with Rhys – which was not difficult to do.<br/><br/>Her mouth screwed to the side as she surveyed the scene.<br/><br/><strong>“Aleksy, Florian, it’s been an absolute pleasure but if you’ll excuse me, I may need to do some crowd control. I hope to see you both soon!”</strong>She placed a hand on each of their shoulders and offered them both a polite kiss on the cheek, brief but ladylike, before she clicked towards Rhys and the Hulk.<br/><br/>Alas, she had not taken more than 2 steps when she was intercepted by a husky, unfamiliar voice whisper<em>“Great party,”</em>against the back of her ear, one laced with an accent and close enough to send goosebumps down her neck both in fear and surprise. The smell of alcohol came with the words but she was not going to judge anyone for having a good time at her party. When she turned to see who had snuck up on her and saw a simply<em>precious</em>young man looking down upon her, Dior’s serpentine smile returned.<br/><br/>She looked over to where Rhys and the Durmstrang giant were facing off but so far the situation seemed under control. There was bound to be some wanker-ish behavior with all these alphas running around, but her current conversation partner was simply too cute to ignore, no matter how inebriated. She looked back up at him after assessing whether or not the other situation demanded her<em>immediate</em>attention.<br/><br/><strong>“Thank you. I’m glad you’re having a good time. I didn’t hear enough of your accent, are you from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang?”</strong>It was easy enough to guess that he was likely French rather than Slavic thanks to his bronzed skin, but in 2019 such assumptions were likely borderline racist.<br/>