<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pIMHRav.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Angela Tilbury (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14674503#msg14674503)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Slytherin, Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 15 inches, Fir, Unicorn tail hair, Rigid<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 15 September 2019 - Noon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Reading a book by a tree<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Lumineers - Angela (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_II0fc7hgNY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>The Falls</em>by Ian Rankin in her hand, Angela walked rapidly to the shores of the Black Lake, to her newfound reading spot, far away from everyone and in the tranquility of the lake. The Library was her go-to place in the past, but there was more disturbance lately with the tournament causing people to study more or find rapid ways to improve their magic in the hope of being chosen as a champion. After she sat down and leaned her back on a tree, she opened her book to the page she had stopped reading the night before. She was devouring Rankin's works lately, not getting tired of Rebus at all. It passed the time and was more interesting than studying magic constantly. Muggles were interesting in their own way and were obviously going to be a targeted audience for her music. At least she hoped.<br/><br/>After reading another chapter, she felt a tingling sensation on her left leg, going up her skirt. She lifted up the skirt slightly and looked for the culprit, a curious ant. Smiling, Angela approached her finger from the ant who changed direction, its antennas moving around. She moved her finger again, pressing it against her thigh and softly sliding it towards the ant who ended up climbing on it. She approached her hand from her face and looked at the ant closely, who was now moving along her finger to the palm of her hand, probably confused as to what was happening.<br/><br/>She put down the ant and observed it go on the grass, wobbling in different directions. Turning back her attention to her book, she continued reading the Scottish crime novel.