<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/PEzV53l.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><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>  Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/UhEDEhn.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This right hurr (https://i.imgur.com/OeWyKUN.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 3rd September, Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hufflepuff Common Rooms<br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> <a href="#user_httpswwwyoutubecomwatchvXjVNlGcZyQ">Pink - Raise Your Glass</a><br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dun dun duuuunnn<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Curt</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The name ‘Dior’ got her attention instantly, and a fine white brow arched high in question. The woman was… well, Addison didn’t really have a good word for it. She had nothing against the Slythering, personally, and while they weren’t friends she wouldn’t go so far as to say that they were<em>un</em>friendly to one another. But that didn’t mean she liked the way the woman treated people sometimes. But who was she to judge? Every confrontation Addison had ever witnessed herself there seemed to be justification for Dior's actions. So… what happened between Dior and Curt? If she arched her brow any higher than it was right now, it was going to fall off of her face.<br/><br/>“Wait a moment,” she said with a slight laugh. Had she heard that correctly? Was she assuming too much? The white-haired witch tilted her head to the side, blinking back at her friend with a momentary pause. She didn’t want to push, she wasn’t one to pry or suck in every bit of gossip. But it was clear he was bothered by --whatever it was he was thinking about. That seemed like a good enough reason to push gently and see if he felt comfortable enough with sharing this with her.<br/><br/>“I mean… I can take this news in multiple ways. Either you did something to piss Dior off over the summer, or she did something to you.” Both? Dior’s twin was Curt’s best friend… but he hadn’t made any effort to join Derek during the opening feast. That felt rather significant.<br/><br/>She tried a respectful approach, even if it was entirely selfish. For starters, it took the conversation off of herself, which she preferred. Also… she just couldn’t quite get her head around it and curiosity was getting the best of her. What happened? “Do you want to talk about it… or are we back to planning someone’s funeral? Maybe I’m a bit bias but I’d prefer not to ever have to bury a friend so we may have to off the lass."<br/>