<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/QLB4q0X.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MbTutcl.png)</div><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Bambi “Bam” Trémaux  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14665939#msg14665939)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Third Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 9 ¾ inches / Rosewood / Unicorn Hair (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> This dress, (https://i.imgur.com/mjbiyxR.jpg) with these heels (https://i.imgur.com/3b0VDty.jpg) and these braids (https://i.imgur.com/14LB8OF.jpg)<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> October 26th, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Raynor’s Dorm Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Building anticipation, some nerves and nostalgia. <br/><strong>MUSIC:</strong> Stand Still -- Sabrina Claudio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dw0sjXiU4IE)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Raynor | Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The walk had done little in the way of clearing her head, which was a whirlwind of activity on its own. Bambi was so used to second-guessing herself, of being indecisive about everything. And then Raynor walked back into her life and suddenly she found herself moving forward on impulse and certainty. No hesitation. No question. It was completely unlike her and yet it was the most natural thing in the world. His flirtatious teasing was going to take some getting used to, but there was an exciting thrill to that knowledge.<br/><br/>Somewhere in the back of her mind, she began to question her motives, even as she walked into the private dorm.<em>Aren’t you taking things just a little too fast?</em>Bambi moved gracefully across the room, drawn to the collection of books and photos scattered within. They were pieces of a puzzle that helped fill in the missing gaps, all Raynor, all familiar, but still different and new.<br/><br/>An old record player. More books filling up the available space on one window and from where she stood, presumably a photo of his siblings over there by dresser drawers. Like him, they had grown and wore faces changed through the years.<br/><br/>It was a cozy and simplistic space, smelling of his cologne and the hints of woodsmoke from the fire. She walked towards the record player, tracing her finger across the familiar curves and smiled before drifting over towards the window to catch the view framed therein. Hogwarts was so different than Beauxbaton, but in many ways, far more beautiful than her school could ever hope to be. For more than one reason she was pleased she managed such an opportunity. All of the guilt and worry associated with the choices had melted away and she found herself content. “You ever get that flutter in your stomach like... butterflies? And then the little skip in the chest?” Bambi curled one of her hands by her diaphragm as if to illustrate where she meant. “It’s a little like riding on a roller coaster just when you’re about to reach the top.” Bambi picked up one of the novels resting on the window, turning it over in her hand to read the title. “<em>Skrifter af Knos,</em>”. The book was worn, so much so the author’s name was nearly illegible but her Norwegian was quite rusty, anyway. Bambi set the book back down where she found it. “It’s like that now. I’m a little anxious, a little frightened. I can feel that anticipation building up and rising but that edge keeps inching closer and closer.”<br/><br/>She leaned against the window frame, arms curled in a relaxed way around her middle as the young woman looked at him with a heavy gaze. Her smile was a little shy, but inviting, just like the finger that wiggled at him to come closer. “It’s quite exhilarating.”<br/><br/><em>Slow down.</em>But she didn’t. The North of Scotland was quite chilly this time of year, more than she was used to. But from her brief experience, she knew that Raynor was quite warm and her mind was twisting with the possibilities. Even if inexperience kept her from stepping forward to meet him halfway.<br/>