<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/87/e6/d8/87e6d89570cb4caf1f2ba9b31637c945.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> Kat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14743745#msg14743745)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw | 6th<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 12.5" | Spruce | White River Monster spine<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A black ripped vest, backwards baseball cap and skinny jeans, hair extensions and two fake piercings <br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Darley Penthouse | Main Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Jessie J - Do It Like A Dude (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOf3kYtwASo)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>A party was a chance to show off, so far as Kat was concerned. One way or another a party didn't pass by without Kat finding a way to make an entrance, a point and draw eyes to her. It was too fun not to. For one thing, just as they had at the previous night's dinner, she always found a way to dress a little wrong for the event. Dior was firmly not Kat's kind of person, and was fairly sure they weren't Dior's either. That was where the backwards baseball cap came in. Kat'd slap her in the face with it if that high rent whore tried to snatch it. They grinned just putting it on, enjoying the idea.<br/><br/>Kat's shirt showed their incredibly slender physique, not one to care what others might think. They knew they often confused others, and didn't give a fuck. The shirt's multiple slits showed their pale chest, long hair extensions framing the word 'Create' at their centre. All in all Kat's way of standing out was often to dress differently rather than extravagantly. And Kat was pretty sure with hair most of the way down to her hips and a backwards cap on they'd manage to be different to the sea of expensive dresses and clean shirts. It wasn't that they couldn't afford those clothes, either. But they were boring.<br/><br/>Never one for plans Kat arrived a little late, and got lost twice in Hogsmeade. They almost made a point of wilfully trying to forget where Dior lived, despite their friendship with Derek. He served as a fortunate shield, stopping any chance that Kat acting out at Dior would stop her being invited. Although it seemed like the attention addict invited just about everyone and anyone no matter what. It was unfortunate, really, that money didn't buy originality. If it did Dior might've managed to be someone interesting. But it didn't, and she wasn't.<br/><br/>Stepping in though, Kat had to give her an ounce of credit. They'd not been expecting an environment like this. Kat was ready for a nightmare in white and gold, like the wet dream of a preppy interior designer. A smile managed to creep onto their lips, glancing about for a moment before strutting their way to the bar. If Kat recognised a single person en route they didn't show it, locking eyes with the barmaid from a distance. She raised one hand, waving and and slightly wiggling her fingertips with a friendly, sweet smile. As soon as she was there she leaned up to the bar, raising what was normally a gentle voice to be heard over the loud environment. "Surprise me!" She requested enthusiastically, waiting to see what kind of drink might arrive before looking around the room.