<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9vuHhhf.jpg)</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> <strong>Dyani Hawthorne</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14685893#msg14685893)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Slytherin | 3rd<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pure<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Ash | Rougarou | 9 ½ inches | Crooked and Firm<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> I know better than to wear skirts with Loveday (https://i.imgur.com/031We8c.jpg) --&gt; Fuck you too, Loveday! (https://i.imgur.com/A5JjQ3q.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hog's Head Inn<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Flabbergasted Dyani gets dragged off by angry Loveday. <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday (Red Phoenix), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><i>Christ</i>, Dyani loved when that feral gleam entered her eyes. There was just something about it that made chills run down her spine, and she couldn't help but flash her own cheeky grin right back. "<i>Right</i>." Her eyes rolled despite herself. It only<i>half</i>helped soften her stiff mood. The stiff drink delicately tucked between her fingers was definitely going to help with that other half though, or so she thought at least. She had just savored her first sip - eyes closed to let her senses center on the delicious concoction rolling over her tongue - when something caught her exposed waist.<br/><br/>"Eeep!" The woman jumped in her seat, nearly choking on her drink and reeling around on that stool like she might have to break in some stranger's teeth in. It was only a half second later that she realized who the culprit really was - and<i>honestly</i>, who else would it be? The blonde's cheeks puffed, her eyes narrowed and with a disgruntled huff she shoved at the woman's shoulder. "Stop doing that!"<br/><br/><i>Bitch!</i><br/><br/>"Hah! That would be hilarious." Dyani actually found herself laughing at the prospect. "They should make a reality show out of that.<i>Hogwarts Island: Slythindor</i>." Her hand swiped across the air before her, already picturing the horrible commercials and drama that would ensue. "<i>The Triwizard Tournament was nothing compared to this! Twelve students, two houses, only one can leave victorious.</i>" Her voice boomed with a mock baritone that sounded completely out of place coming from her mouth.<br/><br/>"Uh huh..." She eyed her friendly skeptically, idly twirling her finger along the surface of her sangria. "Gee, I don't know, other than you being a general thrill seeker, a damn beast of a bitch - let alone overall person - and the winnings ain't too shabby?"<i>Really</i>? Why was it so hard for her to admit she just didn't want to get her hopes up because she already felt like she'd be disappointed? "Jeez, talk about self fulling prophecy." And there was that eye roll again.<br/><br/>