<div class="floatleft">(https://i.mdel.net/i/db/2018/3/877568/877568-800w.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Corinne Bailey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16079073#msg16079073)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>18th August, 2022 | 9 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Luxury tent | Quidditch Trillenium Stadium<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as picture with these heels (https://www.brides.com/thmb/mEps6ds3g9kkyolTWCxMPuHi7HM=/3650x3650/filters:fill(auto,1)/CM-001-b1cf232f372b4c59a92c0a60847285c3.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Preparing for the Quidditch World Cup Final<br/><strong>Mood Music:</strong>Rush - Aly & AJ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLKiKJ8FYoA)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ibrahim Berkes (Heartsink) | Devon (Swashbuckler)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Corinne Bailey did not get stood up. Especially not after putting as much effort into the evening as she had that night. Yet, even after explaining the lengths she had gone to please Ibrahim, he had the nerve to text her back saying that he was still at dinner with his dad. When she read that text, she scoffed aloud.<br/><br/>“But your<em>dad</em>isn’t the one trying to seduce you right now!” She muttered under her breath. Another groan left her as she was forced to wait until the game started to even see him. Or so he had said. Corinne spent the time on her phone, then walking around the stands. She collected a bunch of snacks along the way, including popcorn, hot dogs, and hamburgers.<br/><br/>Though she scoured the crowds for her boyfriend, he was nowhere in sight. And he wasn’t exactly easy to miss in a crowd. She sighed as she made her way to the fancy box seating that provided not only the best view in the place, but also complimentary services like a private restroom, wait staff, and most importantly, plush seating. Nothing like those plastic things in the stands.<br/><br/>When Ibrahim didn’t make it to the box by 9:00, she knew something was off. He was always on time, even early, and hated whenever she made him wait. After setting all of the food down at the table in the VIP box, she pulled out her phone angrily, and just then, a text message came in. It was from Ibrahim, and he said they should meet up after the game.<br/><br/>She blinked at the words in the text, not truly comprehending them. Did he mean that he was about to miss the entire game? What, had he found some hot first year to watch the game with? Wasn’t her VIP booth good enough for him? “UGH!” Corinne groaned aloud, making a few lingering waiters jump. “No you are not!” She fumed, as she typed up a text message (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339113.msg16083418#msg16083418) and sent it.<br/><br/>Soon after, she went to the Maginet’s Hooter, which was like the muggle version of Twitter, and fired off a Tweet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339113.msg16083454#msg16083454) there. With that all said and done, she simply waited for the first person to come by the box who she recognized from Hogwarts. Suddenly, a dorky guy with way too much pride in one of the teams showed up. “Hey, you’re from Hogwarts, right? It’s all yours. Enjoy.” She said, icily.<br/><br/>But, just as she stood up to leave, she let out another hot breath of air and shook her head. “No, I’m not leaving. I’m not spending Merlin knows how many hours in a tent by myself.” Corinne was essentially talking to herself by this point, but she was sure that the dorky guy with her didn’t mind. Why would he? Now he got the privilege of being in her company, in public.<br/><br/>She sat down again and smiled at him. “You’re welcome.” With that, she bit into one of the hot dogs a little too furiously. While angrily chewing, she glanced at him. “What?” She snapped.