<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/76/db/e0/76dbe0754a0d5d35c11325e37a514ced.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Kat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14743745#msg14743745)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12.5 Inches | Spruce | White River Monster Spine<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A very large black hat, white hair extensions, a small black collar and a silver necklace, plain black tank top with a hogwarts jacket and ravenclaw tie very loosely<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 25th October, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>  Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Hey Apple!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Queen - Killer Queen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZBtPf7FOoM)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Derek</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kat'd just about floated through their late afternoon. Sorting clothes and makeup into something that approached an appropriate outfit took more than a little time, but was done on a near autopilot. Thoughts drifted all over the place, picturing the new arrivals with a slight smile. With so many people in the school the space for boredom would certainly be smaller. Always one to adore meeting new people Kat looked forward to seeing if the arrivals would live up to their curiosity. Without a lot of knowledge on them Kat was still curious, leaving their ideas of the other schools as vague images and faint nothings. But soon they would be brought to life.<br/><br/>Never one to be outdone, Kat had selected one of their larger black hats, setting it at an unusual angle that they could just about balance. Their hair took well to extensions, and ended up spilling over shoulders and down to pool at their chest. A black collar, just to see if any of the teachers complained, and a dark tank top. Fuck dressing smartly. The tank top had cost them pennies, and they were still sure they'd turn heads. Not wishing to act out further they did eventually don their hogwarts jacket, tying their raveclaw tie into the straps of the tank top, more ornament than tie.<br/><br/>With stark black heels and a white skirt on Kat grinned slightly at themselves in the mirror before leaving. They'd definitely distract some of the newcomers. Kat was in high spirits, but very late, en route to the dinner. That wasn't out of the norm for anyone who knew them, and they'd always manage to find a way to keep a late entrance classy no matter how posh the event was.<br/><br/>When they did walk in a soft smile met anyone who looked them over. Thankfully much of the speaking, and group entrances, had been done. A fast, yet somehow gentle and graceful walk took Kat right towards Derek. He was one of their closer, more consistent friends. And Kat had a way of being around their friends. One that most would just call inappropriate. Despite the multitude of guests they were not about to censor themselves for anyone. As soon as they reached Derek, rather than seating themselves behind him, both of their slender arms wrapped around his shoulders. Kat leaned around, giving him a light kiss on the cheek with a smile. Their soft spoken voice spoke relatively loudly, making sure others could hear with a playful grin. "Hey apple!"<br/><br/>Kat knew full well Derek would immediately know who it was. Not a lot of people casually called a friend the apple of their eye. But Kat had, some time ago, when making an effort to cheer Derek up. It was a heartfelt compliment, and Kat made no secret of flirting with Derek in their carefree manner. The complimentary nickname that often perplexed others had taken on an amusing undertone when Kat started to tease Derek, often casually singing the phrase 'Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur' at him in passing. It was fun to see his reaction when they complimented his ass. After that Kat swiftly withdrew their arms, sliding down to seat themselves beside him, awaiting a response to the greeting.