<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/936full-douglas-booth.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> Bryson Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14761561#msg14761561)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 17 inches | Elm |  Jakalope Antler<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Jeans, long-sleeved grey shirt, leather jacket and a fedora for some reason...<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 26/10/19, night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Main floor<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Bry had nodded at her assessment of the place. The obvious use of space-altering magic made him at once curious and wary. His eyes, now seeming a dark brown from the red lighting around him, swept the room appraisingly and then came back to rest upon Hayley's face once again. It was nice to have Hayley at the party, she was a rare honest person in the crimson sea of charlatans.<br/><br/>"Yeah, me too!" he responded when she said she was unsure of where to start. He motioned toward the couch across the way where he had been laying when she arrived. "I was literally just watching everyone from over there... So, that's a bit weird, I guess." Bryson laughed again then, clearly finding his own silliness just as funny as the strange antics of some of the party-goers. His eyes lingered on the way she played with her bottom lip between her teeth. He didn't realize he had stopped smiling and had begun to stare at her mouth. When she spoke again his eyes shot up to greet hers again, followed by one of his near-constant grins. "Psshh - naw..." He wove his hand dismissively before him. "The only other folk I'm familiar with are teammates and they have more than enough to keep them occupied." Bry pointed out another Quidditch player who was making out in a corner and then rolled his eyes over to hers. "PLEASE keep me from them, I beg of you." He brought his hands before him as if he were praying for a quick moment and then reached out to grab her hand and tug her along. "Come on. What's your choice of beverage?"