<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y4rxTj6.png)</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>     </td><td>Dior Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14658800#msg14658800)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>      </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>12” | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair | Surprisingly Supple (https://i.imgur.com/jAdaS0i.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>Champagne Sparkles &amp; Feathers (https://i.imgur.com/5aQW8TY.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>Saturday, October 26th 2019 | Night</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Main Hall | Bar (https://i.imgur.com/hebL7JS.png)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>Sex, Drugs, &amp; Rock n Roll</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>Darude -- Sandstorm (https://youtu.be/y6120QOlsfU)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td>Valentin | Derek | Audrey | Florian | Aleks | <strong>Open</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>     </td><td>Eliza | Elizabeth | Bambi | Rhys | Mack | Aaren | Joey | Kat | Nadia | Dyani | Ria | </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/hebL7JS.png)</div><br/>The serpentine smile that Dior wore flinched for a moment, her slender fingertips gently coiling around the stem of her glass as she saw a skinny young man in an ill-fitting blazer and rumpled undershirt.<br/><br/><em>Who the fuck is this?</em><br/><br/>She didn’t know him, and Dior knew<em>everyone</em>, which meant that the gawky dweeb was potentially important to make connections with, so she gave him a seductive smile as he made his bowing introduction. Having run in posh circles for her entire life, the young socialite knew all too well that important people were<em>not</em>always attractive.<br/><br/><em>“My respects.”</em><br/><br/><strong>“Thank you.”</strong>Her voice was slightly raspy though still undeniably feminine, sung in a higher pitch than she would ordinarily use for someone who looked like him.<br/><br/><em>“Are you the hottest, uh, hoss-test, hostess?”</em>His accent was French so he was clearly from Beauxbatons.<br/><br/>Her smile widened and she nodded twice.<br/><br/><strong>“Right on both accounts,”</strong>she answered.<strong>“My name is Dior Darley, welcome to England.”</strong><br/><br/>As a professional mingler, Dior kept her attention on her party guest whether she was interested in whatever boring prattle (please Merlin, don’t let him start talking about runes) might fall out of his chinless mouth. However, as polite as Dior could be thanks to her years of grooming, her olive eyes were drawn from him when she saw a fat, loudmouth hippogriff enter her party, take 2 shots back to back, and then begin jiggling all over the dance floor.<br/><br/>Her eyes briefly caught Rhys’ in an unspoken agreement to meet momentarily.<br/><br/>She took a cursory look around, while returning her gaze to Valentin as often as courtesy demanded. She<em>was</em>the hostess after all, and she had many guests to attend to. She saw Elizabeth, a witch who Dior knew from Slytherin house as well as previous parties but had never grown to like, sipping champagne nearby where the insufferable chav Rhys was wolfishly licking his chops over a piece of velvet-wrapped meat, who was playing the shy bimbo card.<br/><br/>From the stairs, her smile became a touch wider as she witnessed her unlikely friend, Mack, descend wearing a surprisingly sexy outfit, pleasantly surprised to see so much skin on the freckled woman even if the styling wasn’t to Dior’s liking. Their friendship likely confused a great number of people, but from the moment Mack caught someone slipping Amortentia – a love spell that would work like a rufie – into Dior’s drink at a previous party, Mack earned ‘sister’ status. Happy as Dior was to see her friend looking sexy though, her smile fell back into its serpentine twist when she saw Mack immediately start pal’ing around with the chav and the slag in pink.<br/><br/><em>You can lead a horse to water, I suppose.</em><br/><br/>Just then, Dior’s ears prickled with the warm voice of her twin from behind her.<em>“Hey, it’s done. Place looks fucking rad, you were right.”</em>Ordinarily, feeling him hover over her shoulder would have sent tingles down her spine but she merely stood there and took another sip of her champagne.<br/><br/><strong>“Thank you, D”</strong>she said with a laugh, momentarily looking over her shoulder at Derek, the gold of her dress glittering in the deep hazel pools of her eyes. They’d been through a lot together, through trials that would have sunk most other couples and yet, here they stood. Things would be different for a while, but it was all a part of the plan. Turning back to the Frenchman before her, Dior gave a smirk.<strong>“I’m the brain, he’s the brawn,”</strong>she nodded her head towards her twin and was about to open her mouth to excuse herself so that she could attend to her other guests when Audrey approached, wearing what<em>must</em>be the curtains from her nan’s parlor.<br/><br/>Dior’s practiced smile endured even as she watched Audrey take Derek’s glass and drink from it in a manner that the twins did. It stung still, but Dior was accustomed to the venom and was more than ready to begin the last chapters of her Hogwarts career focusing more on herself instead of Derek.<br/><br/><em>“I’ll just get him out of your hair.”</em><br/><br/>Dior smirked at Audrey as if she were sharing a conspiratorial secret between a pair of hens at a man’s expense.<em>He’ll grow tired of you soon enough.</em><strong>“Please do. Ta!”</strong><br/><br/>Now that she was alone with the scrawny Frenchman, it was clear to see that people were avoiding her because of him. There was a longer-haired gentleman in a smart suit accompanied by a giant and they made eye contact, but upon spotting Dior’s company, decided to go elsewhere. No matter who Valentin was, he wasn’t worth risking other connections for and she knew her time with him had come to an end. Dior politely finished her drink so that she had an excuse to leave, and then gave Valentin a smile.<strong>“It was lovely to meet you. Please make yourself at home and if there’s anything you need, feel free to ask staff. Bonsoir.”</strong>As she walked away, she set her glass on an empty tray of a staff member whose duty it was to take used dishes so that no one had to hold their trash.<br/><br/>The party was starting and she needed to be a moving target. Now that she was on the move, she saw Joey, who was dressed as some sort of Miami drug dealer, Kat, who’s personality and style were about as original as a rerun of Rupaul’s Drag Race, and to her delight, Aaren, a devastatingly handsome Swede from Durmstrang who she had exchanged social media photos with back when school started.<br/><br/>It was clear that the bar was where the action was, which was never a surprise at parties that involved so many strangers, so Dior casually touched one of the jewel encrusted bows (https://i.imgur.com/0WnGnXx.png) on her dress. She had enchanted it with runework to summon a server to her so she could instruct them to tend the other end of the bar so that no one would have to wait longer than a single moment but by the time the bar situation was sorted, Aaren was now cozied up to Dyani. Ordinarily, bombshells were all treated as threats to Dior, who viewed beauty as the most powerful form of currency, but Dyani had begun to like Dior, and that warmth triggered reciprocity in the older Slytherin. It seemed like a minor matter at the time when Dior had found Dyani compromised and vulnerable in the middle of one of her parties and Dior had locked the younger girl in her room so that nothing would happen.  After learning the important lesson of sisterhood from Mack years prior, Dyani had become someone who Dior liked. Kind of.<br/><br/>Still, love was a battlefield.<br/><br/>Walking over to the turntables, Dior leaned close to one of the DJs to whisper a request in his ear. With a catty grin, Dior walked towards the bar right as a buxom brunette woman with a loud French voice and a crass vernacular convinced the entirety of the bar to come and take tequila shots.<br/><br/><strong>“Hello slags,”</strong>she said affectionately, her expressive eyes hinting at mischief as she looked to everyone: Aleks, Florian, Nadia, Dyani, Aaren, Ria, even Kat, though she paid ‘it’ the least amount of her time.<strong>“Hello and welcome.”</strong>She reached for one of the tequila shots, the inside of her arm brushing against Florian’s when she did so.<strong>“Let’s start it right then,”</strong>she said, and then elegantly tipped the shot into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she swallowed and then set the glass back down. Truthfully, she hated shots and she hated tequila, but she merely exhaled and shook her head slightly.<br/><br/>At that exact moment, the song finished and Darude’s Sandstorm came up. She caught Aaren’s eye and winked at him from over Dyani’s shoulder before turning her attention to Aleks, appraising him. He was certainly an impressive specimen but handsome as well, with a fair face that might be quite charming if he smiled.<br/><br/><strong>“Let me guess, Durmstrang?”</strong><br/>