<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/51FjDMC.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><strong>NAME:</strong> Evelyn “Eevee” St. Claire (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14750198#msg14750198)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw, Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong>[/b] 10 ⅕ inches | Larch | White River Monster Spine (https://i.imgur.com/eU3N2Ee.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This number right here! (https://i.imgur.com/tdJZVtG.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Side room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Love ballads over solos<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Switch -Will Smith (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzUozo1628U)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Daniel, Open<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Lydia, Joey and Jamel</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><em>Ah, well… that is that then, isn’t it?</em>There went her drink and no doubt, that was the end of her invitation for some dancing. With an amused smirk cast in Lydia and Joey’s direction, Evelyn waved the two love birds off with shooing flicks of her wrists, not taking insult to be discarded so quickly. It wasn’t like she was used to sitting on the sidelines and observing or anything. It seemed that Lydia was having a good time and that was what mattered to her the most. Besides, she was needed elsewhere.<br/><br/>With Jamel’s slightly abrasive departure, Eevee was left alone with the Beauxbaton student and was presented with the opportunity to gather a closer observation. Daniel was tall, handsome, he seemed more approachable than the upperclassman who called her attention ‘babysitting’ and hoped he wasn’t going to seriously consider taking the offer his friend made of adding to his current state. Getting high was simply a concept that the woman could never understand, nor had she ever had the desire to try it out. Different strokes for different folks, she guessed.<br/><br/>“I bet your head is spinning,” she mused, noting the way Daniel was bracing himself against his knees as if gravity had a particular bias and was leaning with extra weight over him. “You’re not the first to get pissed at one of Dior’s parties… and the night is young, so you’re certainly not going to be the last.”<br/><br/>She pulled out a small vile from a daint pouch she had banded around her wrist. The glass bottle contained a viscous liquid that was an ugly brown color, just enough for a large swallow. It would taste like a mix of overly salted vegetables and a knockoff brand of cola that went stale and sat out in the sun for too long. But it did wonders to chase away the effects of alcohol sickness and most lower grade narcotics.<br/><br/>“Name your poison,” She tried to smile in a way that suggested she was harmless, and that as crazy as it was to have someone offering potions to a drunk in a party full of stranger, she wasn’t some black widow or even a dark witch looking to delight in the anguish of others. And if he did accuse her of such a thing it certainly wouldn’t have been the first time. “We’ve got a potion here we like to call ‘magic juice’ -I didn’t come up with the name- that will help null that funk in your head. Don’t worry, it’s just a tincture with a bezoar chip, and some herbs. Me and a few other students came up with a few years back as a class project. Herbology teacher approved!” With her free hand, she gestures over to the hall. “Or I can help you stumble to one of the little nooks that’ll keep you out from underfoot if you’d rather sleep it off. Hell, you can tell me to bugger, even. I won’t be a buzzkill if this is your thing.”<br/>